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Not the evisceration of US foreign policy you might expect. Instead Michael Moore requires a break from chasing powerful white men outside for what his team are calling “Mike’s Happy Movie”: a travelogue of kinds, where the rambunctious director proclaims himself America’s new military, “invades” other countries and steals their finest ideas.

From Italy he uses their vacation entitlement (seven weeks paid, in comparison to America’s 0); from Finland, their education system (fewer college hours, no standardised examining). Iceland has a politics course dominated by women that he’s got his eyes on; and he desires to nick college lunches from France (he’s rather envious of their cheese course).

Six years in the making, Where you can Invade Next is an enchanting film, equally affecting and annoying in its simplicity. It’s the task of the idealist that has let a little of his anger subside and allowed his bite to release with it. The reason, Moore said in a post-screening Q&A, was to disregard the weeds. So there’s no reference to Italy’s unemployment rate, or Finland’s problem with alcohol, or France’s shabby race relationships. It’s an “in a perfect world” movie, which is okay; but it can make America look cartoonishly bad in comparison — a briar patch with not a flower in sight.

An opening montage of American ills — foreclosures, wrongful imprisonment, Eric Garner, parents forced to buy loo paper for his or her kids’ universities — puts the point across with gusto, but it’s relying on brute force rather than precision. Where to Invade Next is at its best when Moore zooms in on the fine detail. There’s a brief section where he presents People from france kids with pictures of American college lunches. The pictures are grossly overexposed blow-ups of cameraphone pictures. They show sickly loads of food: lumpy and yellowing in disposable styrofoam trays. The French kids, having just completed meals of lamb and veggie kebabs on the bed of couscous, look horrified. “What’s that?” mutters one young lady, looking at a ball of vomity orange slop. “A bizarre sauce?” Moore on college lunches could have made a great documentary alone. Here it seems as throwaway as a half-eaten Twinkie.

Moore knows much better than most documentarians the worthiness of entertainment. Finally year’s Toronto film event he used a speech to call for film-makers to take care to let their audience have fun. “People don’t want medicine, they want popcorn,” he said. Where to Invade Next is a bit of a sugar binge. It’s a bit soft and a bit flabby. Its broad focus means that inevitably Moore will have covered some of this ground before. Elsewhere, such as with his comparison of Norway’s prison system (humane, rehabilitative) to America’s (systematic, oppressive), it’s difficult not to see it fall into the shade of projects with a narrower, clearer focus (in cases like this Eugene Jarecki’s THE HOME I RESIDE IN).

As America crawls towards a fresh administration — another chance to market wish as a cure-all — we are in need of voices like Moore’s to remind us that change needs work. Where you can Invade Next, shot specifically beyond America, shows Moore using lessons from the exterior world to cajole the united states into self-improvement. It’s not specific in its anger in the manner that we’ve become familiar with and loses something for your, but the purpose — the drive to get People in america considering (and complaining) about their great deal — holds strong.

In typically roguish style, Moore’s last message for America involves the audience via an unlikely interpreter: a murderer offering 11 years in a Norwegian penal colony. He’s understanding how to reform in a bucolic haven where rapists and murderers are trained to respect and appreciate themselves and their fellow inmates. “We must show love and passion for each other,” says the heavily tattooed felon. “This is the only way.” It’s hard to argue that that’s advice America needs to heed. How exactly will that work? A question for another day.