Sicko Review

Laura Burnum was in a 45 mph head-on collision that knocked her out cold. Paramedics pulled her from her car and took her to the hospital in an ambulance. Receiving the bill, she found her health insurance had denied payment for the ambulance: the expense was not “pre-approved.” “I don’t know when, exactly, I was supposed to pre-approve it,” she explains. “After I gained consciousness in the car? Before I got in to the ambulance?” For many Americans, horror stories like this are all too familiar. Even for America’s insured, collecting insurance benefits can be like pulling teeth.

Sicko deserves to be approached with an open mind, despite Moore’s notoriety. I’m not about to extol the virtues of Michael Moore (I was rather disgusted by Fahrenheit 9/11). Sicko, fortunately, is a much better side of Moore than we saw in Fahrenheit: he’s angry and inquisitive, but his focus is on people, not politics; possibilities, not problems; and comradery, not condemnation. Coincidentally, perhaps, Moore is much less present in Sicko than his previous documentaries, not appearing on screen once during the first forty-five minutes.

Fifty million Americans do not have health insurance. Sicko isn’t a movie about these people. It’s about the other 250 million of us Americans who are insured and “living the American dream”, especially those bankrupt or buried in debt after uncovered treatments, or those unable to get treatment in the first place.

Typical of Michael Moore, Sicko opens with some broad questions: why does the United States have the highest infant mortality rate in the Western world? Why are health care costs so high in the United States? Less typical of Moore, however, the questions seem sincere and logically explored.

Moore begins by interviewing employees within the Health Care Provider industry. They indicate that it all comes back to the bottom line. “I had one primary duty,” says former Humana medical director Linda Peeno: “to use my medical expertise for the financial benefit of the organization.”

Starting with the United States, Moore takes his audience on a whirlwind tour through Canada, Britain and France, collecting interviews with patients and doctors. Though his faux incredulity at European health care prices—free—gets repetitive, he drives his point home well: individuals in Europe are never crippled by the costs of their medical care.

Along the way, Moore makes new friends. We meet several 9/11 volunteer rescue workers who have experienced significant health problems, resulting from their heroic work in the wake of the attacks. But as volunteers, some were not covered by the city’s insurance policy, and have fallen through the cracks.

Like many documentaries, Sicko rides a fine line between being informative and manipulative. It toys with our emotions, juxtaposing heart-rending stories and light humor. Moore doesn’t pretend that he presents an objective perspective, but at least includes details that don’t necessarily further his liberal ideology. For example, while Sicko celebrates Hilary Clinton for her work toward Universal Health Care coverage during the first years of Bill Clinton’s presidency, it also notes her withdrawal from the campaign and suggests her subsequent silence as complicity with the health care providers.

Moore’s overall tone is not of indictment, but encouragement. He highlights what’s best in our society and asks why not our health-care coverage? Sicko has been aptly described as Moore’s “least antagonistic and most restrained effort to date”. Appropriately so: we all get sick, and we all have to deal with burdening medical costs and unresponsive insurance companies. Sicko isn’t perfect, but it asks important questions, and elucidates those questions in a methodical and logical way. Well worth two hours, it would be unfortunate to miss this film due to partisan bias.

Sicko will screen at The Procrastinator Theatre on Thursday and Saturday at 7:00 ($2) and 9:10 p.m. ($1) and on Friday at 7:00 p.m. ($2)

Failures of the Intarwebnets!

I’m flabbergasted, truly!

Last week was Homecoming Week at MSU, along with the associated election of a Homecoming king and queen at last Saturday’s football game.

Unbelievably, however, the results of the election (see: popularity contest?) are NO WHERE to be found online. Not in the local newspaper (the illustrious Bozeman Chronicle). Not on the MSU website, anywhere. Not even on FACEBOOK, despite the better than a dozen “vote for so-and-so” groups and half-dozen photo albums from the Homecoming parade Saturday morning and the tailgate parties during the coronation ceremony. Obviously, I don’t care all that much (I could have asked someone … or attended the game, or something), but I’m curious, and all the MORE curious that I can’t find out from the infinite source of all wisdom and information (see: the intarwebnets!).

(Actually, I am mildly interested (heck, I even voted!) this year, just from a slightly politically incorrect excitement about the fact that a non-Caucasian was running for homecoming king … probably for the first time in MSU history (not true, actually– last year’s homecoming king was a Native American). But a black, intelligent and involved (an ASMSU senator!) football player? At a school that’s 95% white, 4% international students and 1% athletes? Anyhow. Like I said … I hate to by politically incorrect, or perpetuate stereotypes … but some times those stereotypes have root in reality.)

NO WHERE. How does this sort of information NOT get posted on line? Yes, we ARE Montana State University, but still…

In The Company of Carnivores

Linda McCartney wrote: “If slaughterhouses had glass walls the whole world would be vegetarian.”

Browsing the internet tonight (see: avoiding Econ homework!) Andrew and I stumbled upon a couple surprising lists of famous vegetarians.

I’ve oft’ been reminded that Adolf Hitler was a vegetarian (though not a strict vegetarian, let the historical record reflect!). Until tonight, however, no one had bothered to tell me that so was Albert Einstein. In fact, here’s what he had to say on the subject:

Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances of survival for life on earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.
Albert Einstein

In fact, vegetarianism has a long-standing history among Western intellectuals, starting with Plato, Socrates and Aristotle– all vegetarians.

There is a significant gap between the ancient Greek philosophers and the next significant vegetarian: the Renaissance Man par excellence, Leonardo Da Vinci.

The western Enlightenment was born from the discoveries of Sir Isaac Newton. Appropriately, Newton was a vegetarian– along with his contemporaries, Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Voltaire.

Vegetarianism was especially popular among romantic poets and Enlightenment philosophers. William Blake and Lord Byron both felt that their Romantic ideals demanded vegetarianism.

Later in the 18th century, notables as disparate as Leo Tolstoy and Charles Darwin join the list. For the philosopher contingent, count in Immanuel Kant, Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson. The list continues: Mark Twain, Mary Shelly, Jeremy Bentham, Benjamin Franklin, Susan B Anthony, Franz Kafka and George Bernard Shaw (who once commented that “Animals are my friends and I don’t eat my friends.”) all eschewed meat for vegetables.

Present day Hollywood also has a respected cadre of vegi-lovers. I knew Natalie Portman to be talented and hyper intelligent (to say nothing of attractive), but I didn’t know she’s a strict vegan. (Rather amazing, actually: many vegans (and vegetarians) tend to develop a more “classical” figure with time. Portman, obviously, has not…). She insisted on wearing plastic boots for her role in V For Vendetta, as did vegan Joaquin Phoenix in Walk This Line. Also on the list: Christian Bale, Jude Law, Dustin Hoffman, Jared Leto, and Jennifer Connelly. It’s not just actors: Clint Eastwood and Steve Martin are both vegetarians, in addition to being acclaimed directors.

I also found a few of my favorite musicians on the list, including Thom Yorke, The Beatles, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and Bob Marley.

Anyhow. I guess one can conclude that, though vegetarians are greatly the minority in the western intellectual tradition, it’s good to know that, at the very least, Andrew and I are in good company. =)