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NYC Movie Reviews
Super Size Me
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Super Size Me Directed and Written by Morgan
Spurlock Starring Morgan Spurlock
as himself 96 Minutes Runtime Unrated Junk food junkies, prepare
for a change of diet if you dare see this expose of the ugly side of happy meals. Sacrificing
his body for his art, aspiring documentary maker Morgan Spurlock has a hit on his hands with this experiment in fast food
overkill. He eats nothing but fast food throughout the entire movie and films
the results in a graphic display of french fry dementia. You may not eat another
burger for months, not even a Big Kahuna burger. The movie starts out with
a reasoned approach to the question of fast food quality. The director/writer/lead
Spurlock recounts that most people are suspicious of fast food. He also explores
the fact that America is the most obese nation in the world and echoes a currently politically correct opinion that a good
part of the blame might be apportioned to the fast food industry, who make it so easy to buy the institutional mix of sugar,
fat and nutrient-sterile starch that they sell at every street corner and shopping mall in America. But, according to Spurlock,
the creation of the food itself is not bad enough. In addition to providing the
food everywhere, the marketing gurus of the industry have devised ways of making us eat more.
They invented “supersizing,” that friendly invitation to have even more starch, fat and sugar at a trifling
extra cost. That fact that the extra carbs cost only a little more is not too
amazing considering that the food itself is only a small part of the sales price to begin with. The cost of the burger is mostly the cost of the building, the Disney-like play areas, the advertising,
the packaging and the wonderful and inspiring toys given out with the food. The
food itself has been marginalized. So Spurlock entered into
the making of the movie with two goals in mind. The first was to show the effects
of a thirty-day diet of fast food on his body by using himself as the guinea pig. The
second was to vow to always super-size his meal whenever asked by his providers (he used only MacDonald’s for the movie—must
have been their lucky day…). Starting out scientifically
enough, Spurlock enlists the services of a doctor of internal medicine, a heart doctor and a professional nutritionist. He has thorough check-ups and consultations with all of these folks and we are apprised
of his beginning overall physical condition, which is well above average. He
has very good cholesterol levels, blood pressure, body fat, sexual ability (according to those who know) and has a generally
positive outlook on life. The experiment is that he
eats three meals a day of fast food, and only fast food. In fact, he will eat
only food provided by the fast food establishment of his choice (MacDonald’s).
He did not allow himself to eat any other food or beverage of any kind, provided by anybody else, and no vitamins or
food supplements. Furthermore, if the person taking his order at the window asks
him if wants his meal supersized, his self-imposed rule is that he must accept. That’s
all there is—fast food only, three meals a day and super-size only when asked to do so by the establishment. The meals start off likeably
enough. He is not used to fast food, but he adapts. In time, he comes to rather like the fast food. “Look
forward” to it, in his words. Herein lies another message of the movie—fast
food is not only cheap and accessible, it is, in fact, addicting. Although Spurlock
doesn’t go into details, because he doesn’t have any, he opines that the components in fast food are calculated
to make us want to have more. Sort of like engineered cigarettes wherein varied
nicotine levels slowly draw in the victims. That point aside, there is
no question about what happens to Spurlock in the course of his 30-day experiment. The
results are documented by his doctors in their offices with very accurate medical equipment at several times during the period
of the film. At one point his cardiologist advises him to stop the experiment,
or at least to call him immediately if he experiences any one of several signs of heart distress. His partner responds that life in bed with Spurlock is no longer a happy meal. Shot in a funny hand-held
style that does a great job of enhancing the trepidations of those interviewed; “Super-size Me” contains several
revealing exchanges with both purveyors, and consumers, of fast food. Most of
the consumers, but not all, exhibit obesity. And, undoubtedly, there are countless
obese Americans who never touch fast food. The lack of a statistical foundation
for the implied conclusions, or the lack of logic in eating three fast food meals a day at the same chain, doesn’t seem
to detract from the good time Spurlock has in sending his message. The audience
gets the idea. And if the whole concept is unrealistically exaggerated, isn’t
that what researchers do in labs anyway? The fun is seeing Spurlock play the
test mouse and the mad scientist at the same time. A Although MacDonald’s
refused to be interviewed for the movie, Spurlock treats us to both sides of his phone conversations with the company which
is cooperative at first but then circles the wagons in a blizzard of lame excuses. According
to the movie, they no longer take the initiative in offering super-sizing when a meal is offered, although the option is still
available. New salad options appear to buck up the healthy side of the menu,
but actually have the same calorie count as a hamburger when ordered with dressing. All-in-all a fine romp through
the corporate wasteland of modern agri-business, and a coup by Spurlock. If the
movie’s medical conclusions are based on the ridiculous, maybe we need a ridiculous point of view to understand why
the wealthiest nation in the world subsidizes big business to provide its citizens with daily doses of corn syrup. In his prologue, Spurlock
claims that it took him about a year after his thirty day junk food binge to regain his normal weight and medical characteristics. That seems about right, considering he didn’t look too good at the end of the
movie. The film, which cost $65,000 to make, had taken in $6.2 million as of the first half of June, 2004; a fact that probably
helped his health considerably. A must see for those anarchists with an appetite
for the whacky. |
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