Theorists say that even war movies that are highly critical of military confrontations glorify and romanticize war to a certain extent, just by the nature of depicting acts of heroism or thrilling scenes on screen. I wasn’t sold on this until I saw Supersize Me and felt like eating McDonald’s. It’s a weird impulse to see something being essentially condemned by someone and agree with everything they’re saying while at the same time desperately wanting McNuggets. I get that in moderation McDonald’s is fine. But I don’t want it in moderation. I want it every day in fact. A movie like Supersize Me does not curb this desire, but only increases the guilt I feel if and when I give in to said desire. Maybe that’s the point? Damn you, Morgan Spurlock. I hope your One Direction documentary doesn’t have the same effect on me.
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