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.

Like them, it ticks all the boxes — a miniscule budget of only a few million, at least one big-name actor playing against type for indie cred (Ben Kingsley), the trappings, fashions, music and lifestyle of a distinctive period (Brooklyn of the mid 90s with hip hop sweeping the streets) and a lot of little guy, dirty-dishwater struggle and a quirky storyline.

A strong word of warning; don’t watch the making of before the film itself because some genius thought to include an interview and clip from the movie that blows the surprise ending.