V For Vendetta
Another, more recent movie recommendation. Go see V for Vendetta. It's not perfect--some crude and silly anti-NS stuff in it, and Natalie Portman I can always leave home without. But hey, it's Hollywood, and you're just not going to get perfection out of Hollywood, although sometimes they come amazingly close to something actually watchable. This is one of those times.
The basic message, one of a lone hero striking against a tyrannical neo-con regime, is one we need to absorb and promote. Remember: terrorism is the weapon of the weak against the strong. Every Roman slave who rose up with Spartacus was a "terrorist." Every medieval peasant who picked up a hoe to strike down the baron's tax collector who was raping his daughter was a "terrorist." The Minute Men who stood on the bridge at Lexington were "terrorists" who were resisting King George's gun control laws.
There is nothing "cowardly" about about pitting flesh and bone and a few inconsequential small arms against the might of an empire, replete with heavy armor, nuclear weapons, nerve gas, jet bombers, all the money in the world, courts and police and prisons and media networks and secret tribunals. Palestinians defy Zion's American-made missiles and tanks, and Iraqis defy Abu Ghraib every day. The repression over there is brutal beyond the comprehension of anyone living in the Western world--and we see how much good it's doing.
V for Vendetta presents the most profoudly subversive idea of all: that the Belly of the Beast itself is not immune. No wonder the blow-dried neo-cons and rite wing cable show hosts hate it.