By Anthony Kaufman
But then again, everyone -- Democrat, Republican, from sea to shining sea -- knows someone who has been fucked over by the U.S. healthcare system. Or has been fucked over themselves. It's no exaggeration: people are being killed by the giant insurance and hospital-industrial complex, as Sicko piercingly and movingly conveys. Tapping into the raw emotion of this injustice, the movie has the power to unite all of us who have played the maddening game with insurance companies, wondering whether this or that medical procedure will be covered, and for how much.
I dare Rush Limbaugh to see Sicko and not shed a tear.
He might call Michael Moore a communist, but to call him a traitor this time around doesn't apply. Say what you will about Michael Moore, and many have, but with Sicko he's tapped into a source of pain and frustration that transcends political beliefs. There will be lots to criticize and pick apart, facts will be challenged (rightly), and the movie will engender lots of debate, hopefully. But the central point rings true: the U.S. healthcare system does not serve the American people, and with baby boomers retiring in 2008, it's only going to get far worse.
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