All I really knew about the film was that a) it was an intensely personal project for Michael Moore, b) it's about gun control, and c) it received the longest standing ovation ever at Cannes (13 minutes!) So I'm sitting there at the Music Box, in this perfect seat, anticipating the movie, all excited. I was a big walking smile. Well, except I wasn't walking, I was sitting. Semantics. I don't know if you've ever felt this, but there's something in the air before the festival screening of a movie — especially one that's sort of a cult thing. You're surrounded by all these movie geeks. People who won't talk during the movie. People who've been reading all the same articles you've been reading. People who got their tickets on the first day, fearful of it selling out.

Adding to that, the director's usually there, and he/she is palpably nervous, giddy and just shot through with adrenaline. I love how the crowd picks up on that. Last night, the masses were positively buzzing... as if we so wanted it to be a good movie *for* Mr. Moore.

And a good movie it is. I review it here.

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