At thirteen, I picked up on his mixed feelings about Roger and Me—and came away with my own. Other than the seriously disturbing scene where a very cute rabbit is slaughtered on camera—beaten by a lead pipe—the most memorable part of Roger and Me for me was Moore’s chronicling of AutoWorld: he showed how AutoWorld offered a rose-colored-glasses view of GM and the rise of the automobile. In so doing, he opened my eyes to how wishful thinking can be used to obscure the facts, leaving out inconvenient truths and lessons.
