Painfully holding onto a train's grab handles, clutching onto my stomach that had gone, let's say, a bit off, I was wondering if I could make it home in one piece. Yes, it was a time when even reading Jeremy Clarkson didn't sound too appetizing. The only respite was that I, for a change, wasn't relentlessly thinking about the girl I've been dying to talk to for a fortnight. Phew! What all a single McDonalds burger can do to you.
All right, back to Michael Keaton. The fellow came back into his birdie-superhero self in the aptly named Birdman. If you understood the movie the first time around, you're a liar. But if you tell me that you watched it twice more, or that you watched it stoned, and then got a hang of what the deranged protagonist was on about, sir, I shall give you a hug and a lolly-pop. And now, Mr. Keaton is about to don the role of America's most underrated superhero, that of Mr Ray Kroc, in a movie called "The Founder". Didn't ring a bell? This chap was an apparently frustrated, middle-aged man who went on to create McDonalds. In theory, this guy is something like a Steven Jobs of the fast-food-business, maybe a bit slower initially. But given that nearly every street in India has a golden arcs a stone's throw away, now even in places like Calicut(a place that dimwits think is Calcutta), you get an idea of how vast the franchise has become, and is still becoming.
Again, health-loonies will rant about what the cheese-mayo-and-four-tonnes-of-salt laden meals can do to your bowels, the smell of your fart, and your waistline. But think of it. We're talking about one man sitting about 20,000 kilometres away, who, on one fine morning, must have decided to start a restaurant chain, Mind you, in the process, he probably made his company the first name that pops up in the mind of roughly 70% of the people around you, when they think of a food joint. And a movie on this chap sounds bloody exciting. That said, I'm still never going to enter McDonalds again.
Five years clean. You read that right. I hadn't gone to that lousy joint in five years until the day before. Not from some abhorrent allergy I'd developed out of eating there. Neither was it my Ronald-McDonald induced clourophobia that kept me from going to the place. Perhaps it was all the bit-too-happy-meals that weren't as appealing anymore. Especially because I never really got proper action figures when you bought the kiddie meals(quite sure no one else got one either). The toys were err... too plasticky. They may have glowed in the dark, or had a button on them that got them to shoot arrows, blow somebody, make squeaky noises and things like that. But you never really got full-on value for money, although in the mind of a 6-12 year old's mind, 'Happy meal' "sounds"(And I double quote) like abundant value. Sadly my dear, the only one happy after you buy the kiddie pack, besides the ghastly clown, is some big portly chap who'll happily feed bullshit to all of humanity.
During the arduous train journey, something sparked in my cocked-up mind. It isn't the most mindful of things, but how about replacing the big 'M' with a 'F'. FcDonalds. Ronald FcDonalds. No biggie unless Ronald has a brother named Donald, and gets offended. Not that anyone would honestly give two hoots about another offensivitis victim. The idea of replacing the golden arcs with something else too, seems like a bit of a farce. That brings me to Michael Keaton. The same chap who starred in the first proper big-screen adaptation of Batman(1989). And let's agree on one thing, that the Adam West starring Batman from 4000 BC wasn't exactly the Batman from our imagination, was it? The face masks with the eyebrows and all that malarkey... But boy, what a Batmobile!
All right, back to Michael Keaton. The fellow came back into his birdie-superhero self in the aptly named Birdman. If you understood the movie the first time around, you're a liar. But if you tell me that you watched it twice more, or that you watched it stoned, and then got a hang of what the deranged protagonist was on about, sir, I shall give you a hug and a lolly-pop. And now, Mr. Keaton is about to don the role of America's most underrated superhero, that of Mr Ray Kroc, in a movie called "The Founder". Didn't ring a bell? This chap was an apparently frustrated, middle-aged man who went on to create McDonalds. In theory, this guy is something like a Steven Jobs of the fast-food-business, maybe a bit slower initially. But given that nearly every street in India has a golden arcs a stone's throw away, now even in places like Calicut(a place that dimwits think is Calcutta), you get an idea of how vast the franchise has become, and is still becoming.
Again, health-loonies will rant about what the cheese-mayo-and-four-tonnes-of-salt laden meals can do to your bowels, the smell of your fart, and your waistline. But think of it. We're talking about one man sitting about 20,000 kilometres away, who, on one fine morning, must have decided to start a restaurant chain, Mind you, in the process, he probably made his company the first name that pops up in the mind of roughly 70% of the people around you, when they think of a food joint. And a movie on this chap sounds bloody exciting. That said, I'm still never going to enter McDonalds again.
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