Thursday, October 21, 2004
Sick
With Jacquie attending her weekly T'ai Chi class last night (I think I've spelled that right) and leaving me alone in the house, I took the opportunity to watch Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist. The images from that disturbing documentary are still haunting me this morning. In a way, watching Sick was like watching a car wreck with horribly mutilated bodies strewn all over the highway. You know you should turn away, but morbid fascination keeps you watching.
Still, Sick was an excellent documentary, even if it made me cringe several times (male genitalia mutilation makes me squeamish). If you can get passed the sometimes horrific scenes of mutilation, what you will find is a documentary about a man dying from a horrible disease and the bizarre ways that the finds to cope with it.
Funny enough, Jacquie called me "sick" for even buying this documentary, but I personally think I stumbled onto a gem.
Still, Sick was an excellent documentary, even if it made me cringe several times (male genitalia mutilation makes me squeamish). If you can get passed the sometimes horrific scenes of mutilation, what you will find is a documentary about a man dying from a horrible disease and the bizarre ways that the finds to cope with it.
Funny enough, Jacquie called me "sick" for even buying this documentary, but I personally think I stumbled onto a gem.
// posted by Chris @ 7:55 AM 
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