Super Size Horror

Finally rented Super Size Me last night. Not quite Michael Moore, over the top, laugh a minute satire. In fact, he seemed to be trying to do more of a documentary with funny moments. (The guy who's rail-thin and eats 2-5 Big Macs per day, every day, was a hilarious addition.) Though he does lapse into some yellow journalism: I thought the dark, whispering, gasping for breath confessional to the camera (a la Blair Witch) that death could come at any moment, was a bit much. Oh, and the stomach stapling was pretty gross. But certainly an enjoyable film.