Last night, I saw Super Size Me, a documentary in which the director eats nothing but McDonald’s three times a day for thirty days. Seeing the movie didn’t make me much more anti-McDonald’s than I already am, but I have to say watching it was an unpleasant experience. The shaky camera work added to the nauseating effect of watching this guy wolf down big macs and fries. I soon found myself covering my eyes every time he took a bite. I don’t think it’s a bad thing when a movie makes you feel something other than good, though.