Dreadful Nonsense

My sister Edel, our friend Maire and I decided that tonight, for shits and giggles, we'd go and see worthy fast-food exposing film Supersize Me, just because. We wisely decided to eat before seeing the film, because I've read in a few places that you'll not feel up to eating once the film has finished, and potentially never again. We decided to be sensible, and all had salads for our dinner, as the rain tipped down outside, but between us also had nachos, because everyone knows that if you share a plate of food that's bad for you, it's not actually bad for you, because you've shared it. On the way to the cinema, Maire gleefully informed us that she'd had McDonalds that day. For breakfast. What she describes as a "big dirty burger".

Thing is, I suddenly realised today what made me quite so disturbed by Shaun of the Dead. Sure, zombies and people dying and coming back to life and being cornered in a bar and having to kill your friends and family and all that but... the one scene I hated the most of all of them was when one of the main characters was pulled through a window, and then Paul Putner started eating his innards. Innards. It's more than I can bear.

So, of course, I never once thought about what might happen watching a film about a man who only eats ~~innards~~ burgers for a full month. Up close on a giant cinema screen. And filmed, lest we all forget it's a documentary, on a shaky camera so bad that we were feeling nauseous before the eating even began.

Halfway through the film, myself and Maire decided we were probably going to throw up. This was around the time of the stomach stapling surgery, for those of you taking notes. We didn't. We survived through to the end, but by the skin of our teeth. Edel was not even mildly effected.

It's a good film, if a bit obvious, and a very stupid undertaking, which makes it entertaining. There aren't really any truly shocking moments - I've seen things more shocking on Dr Phil in the last week alone - but it thunders along at quite a pace, and is worth seeing if you're a well meaning lefty like me.

Mind you. When we left the cinema, the only thing Edel wanted to do was get a coke from a fast food place - apparently the craving for it had started about 2 minutes in to the film. Maire declared that there was no way she was eating McDonalds again - tonight at least. Tomorrow, probably yes. And I've not eaten McDonalds for many years since becoming a vegetarian - and haven't been in any fast food restaurant since Fast Food Nation was first published.

So, really. We achieved and learned nothing tonight. Go Team.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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