Documentary Reviews Written in Haikus

I love the haiku. 5-7-5. So simple. My answering machine senior year asked people to leave their voicemail in haiku format. The recording itself was a haiku. (Don’t believe me? I’ve got evidence). The short format of the poem really forces you to say exactly what you mean to say.

I probably spent more time trying to write this than any of my longer posts, so please don’t tell me it’s a cop-out. It’s like the time I turned in 4 blank pages and a one page essay stapled together for a 5-page literature class assignment about the “Constraints of the Written Language. I got an A-. Maybe if only I’d written a haiku I could have condensed the essence of my argument even more and scored the elusive A++…

Speaking of rawness and realness and the essence of existence… I’ve seen a bunch of documentaries recently. Here are my reviews/descriptions.

Murderball
Special Olympics?
Nope. Twisted metal wheelchairs
They Just Want to Score

The Aristocrats
Knock knock. Who is there?
Dirtiest Joke Ever Told
Don’t See It Grandma!

Gunner Palace
The horror of war
Golden silence. Shrapnel blasts
They live this movie

Dead Wrong
The Case for a War.
“Intelligence” misnomer
under microscope

Omar and Pete
Addiction and fear
Over and over again
Please kids, don’t do drugs