A brilliant example of what happens when an over-cocky, narcissistic personality takes up good causes. Towards the end of "Bowling for Columbine" you end up feeling sorry for Charlton Heston. Early in "Fahrenheit 9/11", he even managed to pull the same trick with George W. Bush, and that takes talent. In "Bowling" there was the do-gooder scene where he got a supermarket to stop selling bullets; the store got free positive publicity, the world was subjected to mawkish propaganda, and the ammo was probably back on the shelves the next week.
Nothing's wrong with Michael Moore that a take-no-shit editor couldn't set right.