Food For Thought

It's takes an exceptional movie to stun a critic like Stephen Hunter:

I am not making this up. I couldn't make this up. My imagination isn't powerful enough.

I just saw a movie in which a pack of french fries, a wad of ground beef and a milkshake save the world -- or at least, New Jersey -- from a psychotic giant exercise machine built 70,000 years ago by aliens.

The rest of the review ain't bad either.