- When you watch a 1.5+ hour documentary focusing on the U.S. credit industry and the TREMENDOUS DESPAIR IT HAS SO SAVAGELY WROUGHT UPON US ALL [/sarcasm], and the only time anyone contemporary in the film mentions "personal responsibility" to ANY appreciable degree is in the "Special Features" tacked on at the end, then you know the "Wahhhhh Factor" is totally in play. And it was.
- If you're on the wrong side of consumer debt right now, you'd better do whatever it takes to get the hell out. Do it yesterday. Because when it comes to "getting the hell out," the deck is 150% stacked against you. And it will only get worse.
And was it just me, or did anyone else walk away wondering about the (for me) significant amounts of context that didn't make it onscreen? Slices of Senate hearings and dollops of Greenspan-speak don't mean squat to me when I don't have their full context. And juxtaposing this stuff with the tearful faces of debtors and debtors' families just exaggerated my unease. I had this feeling over and over again in the film ("Okay ... but what was the background to that?"). It was gosh-darned unnerving, I tell you.
Netflix can have this one back tomorrow ... without so much as a second viewing on my part.