You wouldn't think the Writer's Guild of America would have a stain on its award's history. In fact, many of you reading this probably did not even know there was such a thing as the Writer's Guild of America, much less an award given out by it, because they only give out two awards a year: One for best original screenplay, and the other for best adapted screenplay.
Yet somehow, in 2003, they still managed to do it with a win in the former category that sends mixed messages to put it lightly.
No, this is not said in judgment of the movie, much less of its content. On the contrary, given that Wayne LaPierre is now the current reigning most wanted infotainment instigator, this movie climbs further and further up the still-unpublished "Bad TV's best of-" list every single day.
It is, however, a very curious choice given the award in question. What exactly was the Writer's Guild of America thinking when they decided to give a screenplay award to a documentary?
It's not like there was any shortage of original screenplays that year. Gangs of New York, Far from Heaven, Talk to Her or My Big Fat Greek Wedding could all have fit the bill.
The most likely explanation is that the WGA loved this movie so much that they wanted any excuse at all to give it an award. What it winds up coming across instead, however, is a snide backhanded compliment meant to appease the film's opponents.