I have been trying to figure out exactly what to say about this movie since I first saw it Friday night. It’s been on my mind a lot since then, like those really great movies tend to do, and I’ve stopped and started writing some thoughts on it a few times now. Here is the note I wrote in my phone immediately after leaving the theater: “it’s story about learning how to love yourself when you don’t think anyone else loves you.”
My earliest memories as a human being are tied to McDonald’s imagery. When I was a kid it wasn’t really seen as that bad for you. Getting a Happy Meal was an essential part of being an American kid. Anytime we stayed with my Grandparents we’d end up going for at least one meal. A lot of my friends have memories of their grandmas cooking up big family meals but my grandma wasn’t about it. When she did cook it was soft-boiled eggs and toast. Nothing too fancy. So, we’d cruise to McDonalds and get Happy Meals. Always chicken nuggets, french fries, an orange soda and that stupid toy; my first favorite meal.