I thought it was abit low-brow to be honest.
I prefered the two Money As Debt films, and also the Three Hour Long Epic that is Bill Stills The Money Masters.
I use to love Bill Stills films, specially The Money Masters, until I started studying real monetary history. The movie is a mix of truth and blatant lies. Big disappointment.
Yeah found out a few months ago (first saw Money Masters about 4 or 5 years ago) that the Federal Reserve is not just a private corporation like Federal Express afterall. It's a strange hybrid beast, neither government organization nor private enterprise. It has elements of both. Shareholders are not allowed to sell their shares for instance, or some such thing.
At one point I got concerned that a lot of this anti-bank stuff comes down to pure anti-semitism, isn't that what one of histories more notorious Austrians used to bang on about (not Fritzl, the other one), about how it's all an international jewish conspiracy. The Bankers this, the Rothschildes that. I actually asked Bill about that and he was quite clear that no, it's not about antisemitism at all, which was nice.
I remember I found it frustrating that when trying to correlate what Bill Still and Money as Debt were saying about banking and so on, it was almost impossible to talk about money and how it works without being dismissed as an anti-semite (
) or some sort of lizard-hating loon. (see David Ike). So it took me a while to bring any kind of proper informed criticism or discussion to bear on Money as Debt and Money Masters.
The thing about economics is it's very complex, somewhere between thermo-dynamics and psychology. Take nothing at face value and ask lots of questions. Money as Debt and Money Masters gets you asking those questions, this American Dream stuff... not so much, for me anyway. Maybe coz I compare it with the other stuff too much.
Also I'm not American damnit, I want info that doesn't assume everyone lives in the US. Money as Debt is way less parochial and Americacentric than the other two. Was abit pants the way they did a pastiche of 300 at the end too, a non consistent pastiche, all over the place, was like listening to a beautiful song being ruined by a confused drunk with delusions of grandeur fresh from a botched tonsillectomy.