It is indeed difficult to imagine the world without America, which is what the one-sheet movie poster for Dinesh D'Souza's
America dares us to imagine. After all, America is every bit as much a symbol, an aspiration and an idea as it is a nation-state. However, it is
not difficult to imagine the world without D'Souza's "America" or its cinematic rendering, a film that is part costume drama, part morality tale, part manifesto, too much revisionist history and a whole lot of downright D'Souzian fantasy. Those already suspect of D'Souza's worldview (not to mention his political cronyism and/or personal moral fortitude) will likely view this movie, if they view it at all, as right-wing propaganda, at which they will snort before promptly dismissing it. Those inclined more favorably toward D'Souza's worldview, on the other hand, are likely to crank up the Team America theme song ("America! F*ck Yeah!"), wave a flag and pat each other on the back for their patriotism, happy to have
at last been able to steal one free breath in the suffocating liberal environment that they call Obamastan. I saw the film last night in a theater filled with the latter group--I surmise as much from the audience's enthusiastic applause when the credits rolled--and after I righted my head from the
"wait, whaa?" side-cocked position in which it had been stuck for the last 103 minutes, I genuinely didn't know how to react. Should I be offended? disgusted? disheartened? afraid?
Yes.