I went to see SiCKO last night, and I have to say I have mixed feelings. The movie wasn’t particularly good. I didn’t have the same sense of rage I had after Fahrenheit 911. I just basically felt depressed.
On the one hand it does make me start to think about what life would be like without $9000 in insurance bills out of pocket each year, plus the $300 membership to the Chamber of Commerce. Or without the pressure to put thousands away for my kids for college. It makes me want to take a much closer look at how tax revenues are actually apportioned in this country (highways over rail, for example, or farm subsidies, corporate welfare, defense spending irregularities, and various pork projects).
I’m also pretty pissed about the plight of the three 911 rescue workers depicted, and the many more who are suffering.
However, I have to say I’m tired of Moore’s mug onscreen, and irritated by the more clearly self-serving gestures, like taking credit for bailing out the owner of Moorewatch.com with an “anonymous” check. And tales of how fabulous things are in Cuba are pretty suspect.
Overall, I’m glad I went, but it makes me less likely to see the next one, if there is to be another.