Most viewers won't have the stomach for Kirby Dick's Sick, which
contains some of the most unwatchable scenes ever filmed. I spent a significant
portion of the picture's running time with my fingers laced across my eyes. So
whatever else you take away from these remarks: BE FOREWARNED.
Sick is a documentary about the late Bob Flanagan. Flanagan, who died in
1996, was a visual artist and writer who billed himself as a "supermasochist."
Much of his art was built around the physical torture and mutilation he
suffered (enjoyed?) at the hands of his longtime partner, Sheree Rose. His
nipples, tongue and genitals were pierced. Some of his performance pieces
involved his being cut, strangled and hanged. In one, he has a 10-penny nail
driven through the glans of his penis.
If you're still reading, let me tell you that Sick does something quite
remarkable. It makes us like and care about Bob Flanagan. Born with cystic
fibrosis, the man was not supposed to live to age 10, much less age 43. He was
in horrible pain his whole life and always under the psychic shadow of imminent
death. He responded with startling humor. And his masochism was clearly an act
of defiance. Fated to suffer and die young, he decided to make suffering into
an art form and live four times as long as he was supposed to.
This picture gives him life beyond the grave and illustrates that his masochism
was an act of astonishing control. When Flanagan sings "It's Fun to Be Dead" at
the end of the movie, we recognize that Sick is his version of that
imagined statue at the end of Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle: "Lying on my
back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who."