UFOs, you lugubriously lube, are a thing contrived of ourselves, you think. They are, you announce, a prosecuted con self-invented in a vicious circle of false flags, patent hoaxes, and lucrative frauds? ...Got it all figured out, right?
What's its hallmark? Walk with me a little. [I gesture to indicate a path of visible wonders and astonishments leavened by cautious articles provoking trepidations of justified fear. The billows loom.] ...Can't have profit, even an intellectual one, reader, without risk.
David Cherniack does not contrive a propaganda, by any stretch, nor does he try to "persuade" or "argue." His demonstrable effort is that abundantly informational report describing... that which needs explanation, eh? Is Cherniack's production not, then, every bit of the previously described "Cinema Verite"? Shall it not then qualify as a Cinema truth? Who or what disqualifies it?
"MUD" is further invented by persons enthralled with corporate entities who direct proxy Premiers and Presidents in their "big-picture" affairs. "MUD" is additionally falsified by that which is loath to give up present positions of very lucrative power and control.
Well, UFOs, perhaps the ultimate sedition, end-run all that. The canted cultural argle-bargle is driven away to the wailing lament of lick-spittles and fanboys. Control barriers come down and that's fine where everyone can take care of themselves and provide for power and survival needs in some comfort. See, it's the UFOs pointing, perhaps, to just that kind of personal autonomy... ...then what teams we can make, eh? I begin to digress.
Remains, the film is a true silver bullet for one's ufological ignorance. The observer is only improved thereby and is additionally relieved of the remotest need to smirk and giggle... about which they know nothing. One must walk to talk.