Marc Levin’s tone poem on modern anti-Semitism uses the canard that Jews were warned to stay home from the Trade Center on 9/11 as a launching point to delve into the subcultures of hate groups, of the religion/entertainment industrial complex and his own family history. Indeed, the most remarkable thing about this film is Levin himself. An opinionated handsome man unafraid to look someone in the eye and call him on his own bullshit (Lenny Bruce would have called him a “Junkyard Jew”) Levin reveals himself to be the last of a dying breed — a sane liberal whose fundamental beliefs in education, dialogue and tolerance leave a little wiggle room for telling crackpots to go jump in the fucking lake. I left the theater quaking with inspiration by Mr. Levin and his film, a film following in the footsteps of Dr. King, Bobby Kennedy, Paul Wellstone and Brian Lehrer. The most entertaining and uplifting film about intolerance and bigotry you’ll ever see.