Michael Moore catalogs some of the more grotesque outrages of the second Gilded Age: the predatory lending that led to the 2008 bank bailout, corporations taking out life insurance policies on their rank-and-file employees, airline personnel so poorly paid they have to moonlight to pay their bills. Like most of his movies, this will probably make your blood boil, but it functions at a level of such blubbering emotionality that it might as well be a Glenn Beck rant. By the end, when Moore presents himself as a lone crusader for justice and wraps yellow crime-scene tape around the AIG building, his reasoning is so muddled that he can’t distinguish an economic system (corporate capitalism) from a political one (representative democracy). For a real lesson in the levers of corporate power, see Mark Achbar and Jennifer Abbott’s The Corporation (2003); for the real dirt on how the financial services industry raided the U.S. Treasury, see Andrew and Leslie Cockburn’s American Casino.