#Fat stacks of butts movie

Aronofsky, sir! Walkers and grabbers and long-handled scrubbers aren’t sad or scary, they’re actually really helpful tools for people who need them! Are you upset when you see someone using stairs or a fork? normal stuff disabled people use to live! Don’t cry, Mr. Liz says that she hates thinking of Charlie shut up in this apartment all day and-I’m sorry, WHY IS THE MISSIONARY STILL THERE? A thin person invading your privacy and overstaying their non-welcome and lurking about and peeking at you wide-eyed while you discuss your medical information like you’re a sideshow freaque? Feeeeeeeels familiaaaaaaar!!!Ĭharlie DRAMATICALLY heaves himself up on to his walker to go to the bathroom, and Liz and the missionary are MOIST IN THE EYES about the horror of it, a thing The Whale does over and over and over and over and over and over-making a tragic spectacle out of the mundane, everyday use of mobility and accessibility aids, a.k.a. Other reviews have mentioned the sound mix on this, so I’m not going to spend a bunch of time on it, but the LOUDNESS of CROAK GROAN SLURP CHEW DROOL MOAN CRUNCH throughout the film is very wow!!!!!Ĭharlie texts his best friend slash nurse slash bully, Liz, and she comes over to measure his blood pressure (bad) and his sweatiness level (TERMINAL).įat people: they always wheeze! And that’s the fat people guarantee! Some of them have even survived masturbation!

#Fat stacks of butts movie

We’re told Charlie weighs 600 pounds, which the movie seems to consider an incomprehensibly large number but is in fact a completely legitimate number of pounds that lots of ordinary people weigh. Thomas, the missionary, says okay, I’ll do your weird thing, but maybe I should also call 911 since you seem to be actively dying? Charlie is like, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I DON’T GO TO HOSPITALS,” and that’s fine, he is clearly competent to refuse care, but the narrative that fat people are the problem because we are too lazy/stubborn/ignorant to help ourselves by letting the system help us is a pretty entrenched and toxic one! (Could it be that there are reasons besides HUNGRY TRAUMA MAN MUST SNACK TO DEATH that fat people avoid engaging with the healthcare system? Hmmmm?)Įither way, a thin person barging into your space and telling you what to do? Feels familiar! WHAT KIND OF PERSON IS THIS!?!? I’m supposed to relate to this, as a fat person? R U sure? I would relate more to a little toad using a mushroom as an umbrella! (Don’t u dare touch that idea, DARREN.) This is all within, like, the first 30 seconds of the movie. Luckily a missionary comes to the door (he was the kid from the bus, if you care) and lets himself in and our main man, Charlie, wheezes that he needs this Moby-Dick paper read out loud to him STAT and the stakes are life or death. The obese bring it on themselves, you know. Oh no! Another tragic case of the obese succumbing to Jizzed-Too-Hard-Not-Enough-Moby-Dick Syndrome. Then he starts doing something really weird, which is reading out loud from some shitty term paper about Moby-Dick, like that’s going to cure his heart attack, but unfortunately he is dying too hard to read it good. We zoom into the black square and come out the other side and HOLY-LICKED-CLEAN-EMPTY-TUB-OF-MOLY! The professor was a fat masturbating guy with four hairs this whole time!!!!!!! No wonder he doesn’t want all those hot extras to see him-he looks like Meredith Vieira as Pigpen ! He orgasms like Fatty McGee climbing the stairs and slurps his hand out of his elastic waistband with great effort but then unfortunately jizzing gives him a heart attack.

Why does the professor have his camera off, hmmmmm? It’s probably just a broken webcam like he said, right? WRONGONGOGONGONGONGOBONGO! Now we see a Zoom screen with a bunch of inexplicably hot community college students (bad casting! make them weird!) learning about writing from a black square. So sad for the poor indoor fats who only get to meet corn in SYRUP FORM. Ah, to be young and thin with a suitcase near some corn! Truly the stuff of life. Right here? In the middle of this field? WTF, why? Drop him off in town! They have cities in Idaho, actually (kind of)! Why is there even a bus stop here? This bus moment serves literally no purpose except, I’m assuming, to set up a contrast with the fat guy’s moist apartment where we’re about to spend the next hour and a half. A bus stops and some kid with a suitcase hops off. We open with an aerial shot of a lonely road cutting through Idaho farmland.