In celebration of Hollywood’s love of making us fearful of anything seemingly normal (who of us hasn’t done our own version of The Purge on a quiet Saturday afternoon?) , so I confronted my biggest fear, which is the pain of lactose intolerance. Thankfully, there’s a horror film for that. And its called The Stuff.
The film poses a more serious question of if we truly are what we eat. (The answer is yes and if you have to ask, maybe you too need a cutesy kitchen magnet to remind you). Its a societal fable of what happens when we as a people choose to eat gloopy white stuff in a purple tub and allow it to become a lifestyle. And when the FDA can’t save you, the Army will.
We open our story with an old man who will eat anything…
If I’ve learned anything from this low budget movies, its you should never touch anything on the ground.
Several white men stand on a boat and talk about ice cream, cementing exactly what I thought CEOs do in their free time.
“Low in calories, good tasting and not a spot. Why doesn’t my son like it?”
My guess is kids don’t like being forced into things by adults with low hanging robes. Child Protective Services will back me up on this one.
YES! Down with the Dairy Council!
In this movie universe, Danny Aiello is the head of the Food and Drug Administration
In this movie universe, he is owned by a dog.
A dog who can amazingly unplug the phone when there’s an emergency. A sort of reverse Lassie.
This scene began with the guy from 2 Broke Girls jumping Mo and ended with the line, “You’re Chocolate Chip Charlie!” That’s just quality screenwriting.
For a town that’s only eating The Stuff which has no calories, everyone here seems suspiciously doughy.
Excuse me while I throw out all those old containers of Cool Whip…
Based on this commercial alone, I could have told you The Stuff was dangerous. Bad ensembles, bad lighting, model grimacing…take it off the shelves for the love of God!
Here’s how I know The Stuff is embroiled in controversy – Abe Vigoda is involved…
Dear God – they got Clara Peller! (why yes, I’m old. Why do you ask?)
Really not sure how The Stuff can attack you if you don’t eat it, but its definitely going to get mentioned in this motel’s Yelp review.
“Three stars for the Crystal Campground Motel even though the mattress turned into sweet soft serve then ate my brother….”
Now I’m hungry for a sundae and some Herb Alpert….
21st century America can be amazing – food is cheap and plentiful and will literally chase you down a dark alley until you eat it.
When someone makes a face like this, the last thing I want to do is hold them by the shoulders and keep my face at mouth level.
Chocolate Chip Charlie truly was what he ate.
What this movie didn’t touch on was The Stuff had no artificial preserves and was as natural as you can get.
I’ll say this for salad – it has never made the effort to rise up and be my friend. So points for The Stuff.
I would have rested much easier in 1985 had I know Paul Sorvino was in charge of the entire Army and hated desserts.
In conclusion, this is how my stomach now feels when faced with dairy…
Thanks, The Stuff!