I saw “SiCKO”
It's a hard one to watch, but Michael Moore's got a talent for sprinkling in some humor just to lighten the load. There are also some real old-school Moore moments, Castro talking like Moore talking like Satan. Sounds stupid, but it's a good break. His are the only films I cry at anymore.
Viewers also seem pleased that it's not quite as antagonistic as some of his previous work. I don't care either way. I like the occasionally confrontational Moore, but he's always smart, and that's why I shell out the $9 for his flicks.
Everyone should really check out this movie, if for no other reason than to tell Hollywood that we'll pay for movies about something.
The film's a real head-scratcher in the sense that I'm not sure what I can do to help our ailing heath system. Sure, it'd be great to live in Paris, where health care is free, your work week is 35 hours and a government worker does your laundry after you've had a baby. But that's not how things are here. I don't know about y'all, but my family's carrying a multi-thousand dollar debt from when my husband had an appendectomy without heath insurance. I've got a mondo bill from the ambulance ride after a motorcycle accident. You don't even have a choice in whether you take that ride after some catastrophe. It costs a couple grand and there's not even any champagne in there.
Maybe I should've hooked a canuk.
I don't know that electing one guy or girl who speaks of nationalized health care is enough to do the trick. Who knows if they'll ever have the political capital to make it happen? Besides, we maybe ought to focus on the war(s) on our plate first.
But things are bad here, no doubt. Our infant mortality rate sucks. Can you imagine being a doctor in this country right now? There's lots of really heart-breaking tales of people not receiving adequate care in "SiCKO." Go see it. Bring tissues.