That’s the question Casey put to me after seeing the sneak preview of Michael Moore‘s Sicko. I’m sure we won’t be the only ones asking once it hits wide release.
I’ve never felt more ashamed to be a citizen of the United States of
America than I did after this film. Well, maybe as a child, when I learned
about the Trail of Tears, slavery, discrimination and abortion clinic bombings. But I’ve had time to learn to live with those parts
of our history. And Operation Rescue certainly doesn’t represent mainstream America, so most of my guilt comes from our propensity to suck up an astonishing amount
of the world’s resources at an equally astonishing pace. And I am an
everyday participant in that system. Which might be why I was so
insistent we walk to the movie theatre last night, instead of driving.
It was two miles of undisturbed time for us to spend together, and it
gave us a great chance to talk about what we’d learned on the way home.
And to ponder our immigration options.
The health care system in the United States is in shambles. This isn’t news to anyone.
If you’ve ever taken a name brand prescription, you know how prohibitively expensive
it is to actually take the medicine your doctor prescribes. If you have
any family or friends who’ve gotten sick, you’ve surely heard stories
of fights with insurance plans to get approval for the treatments MDs recommend.
Sickosucceeds in raising a series of questions which should haunt everyone who leaves the movie theater.
By the way, I’m Brooke, Casey’s wife, and I’ll be posting to The Contrarian every once in a while. In the future, expect much shorter posts about literature, writing, and possibly film and TV.