What does it feel like to say “George Bush doesn’t care about black people”…and to be heard by the President? When Kanye West inflamed an otherwise anodyne telethon by saying those words, it was like seeing the Death Star explode at the end of Star Wars. Complacent white America, so amply represented by the limp face of Mike Myers, was suddenly blasted by unpleasant truths…and revealed as powerless. Black America had, for a moment, halted the flow of bullshit. As Myers stood by helplessly, looking like the personification of every well-meaning liberal milquetoast in the world, Kanye West decanted America’s sins. For that moment, the rap-star became a sullen prophet. Now he’s made his first movie.