I went to see Sicko yesterday afternoon to escape the heat. Michael Moore has always annoyed me, which is quite an accomplishment, because I actually agree with most of what he says. Yet he manages to say it in ways that inspire me to disagree.
Sicko is nothing like his earlier films. Not as snarky, not as Moore-centric, and much more emotionally affecting, perhaps because it deals with all of our lives. Of course, as someone with a pre-existing health problem, most of the film played like a horrible recurring nightmare. There were moments when it made me feel as if I should just give up, or leave the country.
The one false moment comes when Moore loads his sick subjects into a boat and attempts to go to Guantanimo Bay to get treatment from the American doctors there. He seems surprised that they can't boat in, and then figures they can go to a Cuban hospital instead, since they are already there. His "gee whiz" bumpkin act seems completely put on. But, I've actually visited the hospital where everyone is treated, and have to say: it really is that good. The Cubans decided long ago to invest their few resources into health care, not just to care for their own, but also to market their services to other countries. They develop and sell drugs around the world, and people from other countries routinely fly into Cuba to consult with doctors there.
Anyway, by the end of movie, my back was killing me. So today I'm trying to hunt down an accupuncturist.