Without warning, Freemantle is inspired to sketch and paint the endless Gulf of Mexico that stretches away in front of his rented house, then finds himself inserting abstract objects into his work from memories of his accident, family, and unexplained objects that you just know are sinister.

It doesn’t feel like a Michael Moore movie, with little of his cult-of-personality showboating. There are several ultimately pointless musical acts and it gets a little repetitive, but the editing manages to generate a sense of slowly building hope which history reminds us wasn’t enough to spare us from Bush’s second term.

Non Disney fans know better than to watch a Disney film, so don’t watch it without being prepared to stomach the requisite swelling music, popcorn-Capra ending and inanely simplistic morals. Likewise, the extras are only if the movie interests you.