This weekend I sat down with some good friends to watch Kirby Dick’s (This Film is Not Yet Rated, Chain Camera) ‘Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist’. I don’t think any of us had any idea what we were getting into, (well okay, maybe I did a little) and much to our suprise, we were treated by visions of sharp metal objects being stabbed through genetalia and phlegmy, wet cough montages. But really, what can you expect from a film that details the life of Bob Flanagan, a performance artist who spent much of his life using S&M to battle the symptoms of cystic fibrosis. Needless to say, I think this reviews guest was wishing he hadn’t passed on watching World Trade Centre. But really, is Nic Cage with a moustache and bad brooklyn accent much better then a metal sphere being forced into the anus of a naked man?