Michael Moore takes center stage in The Terms of My Surrender at the Belasco Theatre. Joan Marcus
It had to happen. After his roly-poly rise to fame with a roster of controversial films created out of moral high dudgeon and pure moxie to juggle injustice and right wrongs, it was inevitable that writer-director Michael Moore would land on Broadway. Raising a few snoring consciences at the legendary Belasco Theatre, where the ghost of its famous producer namesake is said to haunt the premises after midnight, Moore has fashioned a funny, colorful and totally entertaining one-man show called The Terms of My Surrender. I expected to be challenged, embarrassed, provoked and possibly enraged by so many condensed and concentrated opinions at one sitting (without intermission). What I did not expect, in the bargain, was to have such a good time.
He’s the ultimate liberal. He tries to do the right thing and I applaud him for doing it with such a sense of humor. This is New York, so of course he’s preaching to the choir. But when he waddles out to thunderous applause as the stage lights up in wooden boards of red, white and blue stars and stripes designed by David Rockwell to resemble the American flag, he opens with one question: “How the fuck did this happen?” and he’s not talking about his Broadway debut. It doesn’t take long before it’s clear to all and sundry that he means the mess we’re in as a country, a world, and a whole human race. He talks about the absurdity of the electoral college, he crucifies the 54 percent of American women who voted for Donald Trump, the 44 million disenfranchised coal miners and auto workers who watched his reality TV show, yelling “You’re fired” while hawking a promise for new jobs, and American voters who are so easily manipulated that they vote against their own best interests, reminding a cheering sold-out audience “Yes, the president of the United States can be removed!” But the new president’s supporters should rest easy. Cleverly, Moore keeps a lighted box empty, hoping for the arrival of Mr. Trump and his family, whom he has invited free. So far, no response. But he doesn’t limit his barbs to The Donald. In a second-rate world where nothing works anymore, Moore finds targets everywhere. His subjects include gun control, North Korea, the lunacy of carry-on items banned on airplanes by the TSA, cell phones and New York’s horrible airports. Regardless of your politics, he’s so persuasive and charming that you end up agreeing with him in spite of yourself.
You also learn things. His first target, when he was merely a 17-year-old Michigan high school student, was the racial discrimination in the whites-only Elks Club at the same time that flag-waving institution was sponsoring a hypocritical essay contest on the achievements of Abraham Lincoln. Moore won, then rejected the prize, causing his first liberal scandal. At 18, he followed that victory by hiring 25 stoners who would sign anything to get his name on the ballot for a Michigan school board election and became the youngest elected official in America. The first thing he did after winning was fire the crook who was his high school principal.
To further demonstrate how one person can make a difference by doing one remarkable thing, he gives real examples. One of them is the possibility of running for office himself in 2020. If he’s elected president, he promises the abolition of low shower heads that benefit nobody but midgets, a campaign season that lasts only eight weeks, the legalization of pot, and free HBO for all. I like the idea he proposes that if the Republicans want to send Americans to war, their kids go first. But I could do without the game show with contestants plucked from the audience to prove Canadians are smarter than Americans. It comes dangerously close to filler. In a moment of rare seriousness, he candidly discussed the death threats he has received that defy everyone’s Constitutionally guaranteed protection of freedom of speech. And his attack against the Republican governor of Michigan responsible for poisoning the citizens of Flint, his hometown, with toxic chemical waste pumped into the
