Here’s the first review of United 93 by a conspiracy lunatic, apparently a fairly well-known film critic with more than a few screws loose: reviews: United 93. (Hat tip: world b. free.)

“United 93” is an odd film by any standard. Filmmaker Paul Greengrass (notable for his terrific 2002 docudrama “Bloody Sunday” about the 1972 British Army massacre of 27 civilians in Northern Ireland) wrote and directed what is a disturbingly prosaic piece of dramatic conjecture about one of the most puzzling events of 9/11. As a fictionalized docudrama, “United 93” punctures all suspension-of-disbelief because of the intrinsic absurdness that the mightiest military power on earth couldn’t scramble a dozen squads of F-16 fighter planes to perform aerial escorts for the “11 commercial airliners” believed to be hijacked on 9/11. Greengrass disguises art as journalism by matter-of-factly declaring that United 93 crashed in a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania at the “heroic” hands of its passengers in spite of the fact that the now famous “crash site” produced not one human corpse or even a single drop of blood.

A somber prologue introduces four young Muslim men praying inside their hotel room in the wee hours on the morning of September 11, 2001. The scene divulges a subtly racist undercurrent that plays out during the film with the thinly concealed hubris that America’s Neocons have benefited from under the guise of false patriotism since 9/11.

This deranged person’s review is linked at RottenTomatoes, and he credits the inept, laughable “Loose Change” as a source for his delusions.