SUPERSIZE MORGAN.

Thank Jesus (or George W.) for independent theatres...
Elise, Mary, and I ventured out to the Enzian this evening for an evening of McDonald's bashing. It seems appropriate after hearing story after infamous story about Ray Crock and his devotion to milkshake machines and/or obesity.
(Either way, as far as I'm concerned.)
Besides the ginormous battle with fast-food America, the movie poked generous questions towards the people who control media output, the government subsidiaries, and the corporations themselves. It was honest, humorous, full of insinuation, and largely worth two hours of my time.
And at the end of the movie, we walked out into the deluge of storm water, buckets upon buckets being rained upon us, and found none other than a dead cat.
It was the perfect end to the evening.
[Editor's Note: For the record (and before anyone else bothers to mention it), Morgan Spurlock, creator and "star" of the film bears a striking resemblance to one Gene Monterastelli, but with a goatee. Coincidence? I hardly think so.]