October 27, 2006, - 9:52 am
By Debbie Schlussel
The much-hyped “Death of a President” isn’t worthy of its press. It’s a boring, silly movie that’s hardly plausible. Unless you’re a shrieking leftist who believes in all the BS about Muslims not being terrorists, but being loyal Americans who are wrongly maligned. If you’re one of those, then this is your movie.
If you want to see this movie and don’t want to find out who really killed President Bush, stop reading here. For everyone else, guess what? The assassin is not the Syrian Muslim, who trained in an Al-Qaeda terrorist training camp in Afghanistan, and was found with gun powder on his clothing.
Nope, the gun powder was on his clothing “by coincidence,” he trained at the terror camp because he’s a peaceful guy who thought the camp was just about learning more about Islam (the same excuse everyone who trains there uses when they get caught), and he’s just an innocent hard-working Syrian Muslim American patriot. Why, even his hijab-encrusted wife tells us she “cried for three days” after the 9/11 attacks and that the first thing she learned in English was the American National Anthem.
No, predictably, the assassin of the Prez is not the wrongly-convicted, innocent, peace-loving, Al-Qaeda trainee Syrian. It’s a Black American Vietnam Vet whose two sons fought in Iraq, one of whom was killed there. Of course, a Vietnam Vet or parent of kids serving or slain in Iraq would murder the President. Gee, why didn’t we think of that?
In “Death,” despite all the evidence that the vet is the killer, Congress has passed Patriot Act III, and the innocent Muslim is still in prison, easily convicted with no chance of getting out. And no-one will look at the evidence, including a suicide note apologizing for killing the Prez, that the Black American left behind. We’re also told that President Cheney is itching to go to war with Syria over this.
That’s the gist of this absurd movie, which is told documentary-style. The chubby, red-headed woman who plays Bush’s speechwriter, resembles the excessively fawning former George H.W. Bush speechwriter and friend of Oprah, Peggy Noonan, in a lot of ways. The movie version of her endlessly gushes BSingly over President Bush just as the real-life version does.
Other than that, this film bears no resemblance to reality. And should bear no claim on the time and money you’ll have wasted watching it.
Mark Cuban, whose Landmark Theaters are showing the film nationwide, told me he’s proud that he’s showing the movie. That should tell you a lot about him. Maybe, one day, he’ll show a movie where Muslims–as in real life–are actually the terrorists, and the movie doesn’t ask you to sympathize with them a la his “The War Within.”
And maybe, one day, a snowball will have a chance in hell.
Tags: Afghanistan, al-Qaeda, Al-Qaeda camp, Cheney, Congress, Debbie Schlussel, George H. W. Bush, Iraq, itching, Mark Cuban, Peggy Noonan, President, Syria, The War Within