Remember “Occupy Wall Street,” the public people pileup of college students who didn’t want to pay their bills, homeless dudes following the smell of pizza and adorably retro Marxists? Now there’s a movie, “American Autumn: An Occu Doc.” It’s a time capsule from a strange moment — like “Hair” without the groovy music.
Directed in a single note of shrillness and narrated with nonstop oral and graphical hectoring by a former Dennis Kucinich aide named Dennis Trainor Jr., the film tries to make the case that Occupy’s fruit-fly life span meant something. “This is absolutely a revolution!” says one protester, about as convincingly as the flighty little fellow on “Project Runway” used to declare every frock he designed was “fierce.”
There is much grumbling about American imperialism and the “criminally rigged homicidal force of the system.” Every so often, some ranting figure from one of the protests gets gently dragged off like Fred putting out Dino on “The Flintstones.” This film can’t be taken seriously by any serious person. Though Michael Moore likes it.