Super Size Me – Directed by: Morgan Spurlock
Monday, May 10th, 2004
Directed by: Morgan Spurlock
Starring: Morgan Spurlock
I was sitting on the couch watching some tv this past sunday with my girlfriend and we felt like watching a movie, a solid Sunday afternoon plan right? So we decided to give Time Warner cable’s video on demand service a go. In a nutshell, Time Warner needs to bolster their infrastructure as we were unable to watch a movie, any movie. We just kept getting error messages with an 800 number to call. We naturally dialed the number only to get an automated message stating that too many people were watching movies and that we would have to wait and try again later. Fantastic. I guess the Sunday afternoon movie really was a good plan. Only mildly phased, we looked at some listings and saw that Super Size Me was playing at a nearby movie theater in 15 minutes. So we managed the unthinkable, we rallied and rushed spontaneously to a new release movie without tickets and not only got in but got good seats and didn’t miss a second of the movie. Anyone who has or does live in New York City will acknowledge that this is a near impossible feat, it’s all about the fandango/moviefone pre-purchased guaranteed entry tix.
When I first heard about Super Size Me i knew it was something that I would need/have to see for several different reasons. First, as a result of my European upbringing here in New York City (both my parents are European) and spending all my summers as a youth in France and Italy, being a foodie came most easily and naturally to me. More than just being a foodie, I also happen to be utterly repulsed by fast food and eat it only under the most dire of circumstances: being stuck on a highway in the middle of nowhere and famished would probably qualify while a death defying hangover could on the rare occasion also be a just cause. Let it be noted for the record that I know how my body reacts to the ultra-rare ingestion of that garbage: cold sweats, stomach aches, gastro intestinal distress (we all know what that means, ok one guess: does the word explosive mean anything to you?), lethargy, and the inevitable skin breakouts in the days following the eating incident, and that all happens to me after 1 “meal”. That being said the thought of watching someone eat nothing but fast food for a month straight, and only McDonald’s no less, was just too good to pass up. Yes, I knowingly admit that there was a voyeuristic component in my wanting to see this documentary.


