Taking the Mickey
You may have already encountered the lurid jacket of Eric Schlosser's docu-depresser Fast Food Nation. Written a few years back, this fine little muckraker kickstarted some sophisticated fast food protest.
Director Richard Linklater, whose name you may recognise from Slackers or School of Rock, mutated the polemic into a drama for film. It's open right about now - or indeed very soon. And, heavens, it's bleak.
Decidedly not a first-date film. Unless, of course, you and your consort are each grave little Vegans to whom a whiff of social Armageddon is even sexier than Patchouli. I would say, however, that it's engaging in a sad way.
I didn't leave the cinema uplifted. Nor did I leave feeling hungry. I did leave with the desire to recommend this film, with caveats!, to others.
It's an elegant map of the links between food, industrial relations and community. Even if it is depressing.
Decidedly not a first-date film. Unless, of course, you and your consort are each grave little Vegans to whom a whiff of social Armageddon is even sexier than Patchouli. I would say, however, that it's engaging in a sad way.
I didn't leave the cinema uplifted. Nor did I leave feeling hungry. I did leave with the desire to recommend this film, with caveats!, to others.
It's an elegant map of the links between food, industrial relations and community. Even if it is depressing.




















