Hello,
Great movies idea-
The refreshing fact this movie doesnot start
out with two people in bed together will in
itself make it a hit:
This movie will start out with our heroes
eating. Eating in establishments from truck
stops to Hor d'oeuvres and cocktails-for-two
in palatial settings, school cafeterias, hospital
meals, meals on wheels, burger joints, ice
cream parlors, street-side, hotdog venders
and beagle houses, parties and picnics
sandwiched all in between. Of course
everything starts out real normal like with
lots of eating and eating and more eating
(just like they do with the sex stuff), and in
different settings all over the place. Food
from something resembling vomit all the way
to heavenly delights fit for the God's are
eaten by all walks of life (may even throw
in the Salvation-Army dining - heck - why not
itis Christmas, ya know). Lots of finger foods
wanted tobe displayed all the time.

Scene I
A friendly group is sitting at the race track,
eating of course, and in passing, during the
conversation, someone mentions that her
horse ate itself to death, because the help
left the feed-bin door unlocked, and this
happened to be a very smart horse . . . well . .
. smart is as smart . . . uh - skip it. Then
others pipped in with experiences and
hearsay of the same, all mentioning; it is a
well-known fact horses do do this when
given a chance to do so. Then one gentlemen
mentions he sympathizes with the horse
because he is having extreme trouble pushing
himself away from the dinner table.
Everyone begins to insult with neighs and
brays. Another pips up with the same story of
having heard of a young woman that
couldnot push herself away from the dinner
table and actually dropped dead right on the
spot. She then said, however there was weird,
hushed talk of the woman actually exploding.
Everyone began to laugh, as they began to eat
faster and faster, stuffing larger and larger
amounts of food into their gapping jaws;
hardly bothering to chew.

Scene changes; a different eating house;
same scenario, and on and on.

People begin to talk and notice.

Finally the villain is introduced. Doctors and
TV are announcing, "trouble",  noone knows
anything - naturally. Diet plans, spas and
dieting programs are selling like hot cakes.
Everyone is in on the act: eating and eating
and eating, and itis getting worse and worse
by the week. The crescendo builds until
walking down the street someone, right
before your very eyes, blows up making a
monstrously, gory splatter of guts, poop and
sticky, digested food all over you; in your
eyes; your mouth, up your nose and all. A
week or two later still not over the episode
you begin to find solace in eating, except
itisnot just eating eating itis more like
GORGING, and after eating a normal dinner.
This gets increasingly worse as the weeks go
by; you are gaining weight. You realize
youhave the "eating problem" and go to the
Doctor. He says, "Youhave the eating
problem". He gives you some Speed, man,
good stuff, to curb your appetite, however all
it does is make you eat faster. You run back
and forth to the refrigerator and grocery store
faster. Tired of running fast back and forth to
the refrigerator and grocery store, you decide
to "eat out". At the restaurant you see huge
people all sitting and eating and doing
nothing but eating and eating. You sit down
at your table; a skinny person, wrapped in
plastic; wearing a gas mask, walks up to your
table and takes your order. You look around
in horror at the sight of grotesquely,
blubbered-up people - youare the only one,
except for the waiters, that isnot totally round
and huge. Your meal is served to your table;
even though you arenot actually hungry, you
begin to eat. As you eat, you become hungry;
so you start eating faster (the Speed Doc gave
you helps a lot to speed up the fork to plate to
mouth function for faster and more efficient
food intake); so as you eat, you become even
more hungry, and hungrier and hungrier.
Without having to make the request, the
waiter is bringing you plates of gooey food.
Suddenly but reluctantly you stop with the
realization of what youare doing; jump up
from the table and run from the restaurant;
stopping to grab a fist-full of candies, in a
bowl at the cash register, where you throw
them your credit card. The next day you go
back; see all the same things as before; sit
down at a table; the same waiter approaches,
however with two plates of food for you -
you eat. As you are eating you hear a loud,
gushy, burst-like sound; you look up from
your eating and see an indescribable mess
splattered all over a private, glassed-in
cubical where a huge, "special customer"
hadbeen sitting and eating. The waiter comes
up to you and says, "Look to the left". You
look and as you do, another "special
customer" in another glassed-in cubicle
explodes - same mess. Again, in shock, you
jump up and leave the restaurant. The next
day back at the ranch - i mean restaurant -
you eat, and you eat. Next day same station,
same restaurant, you eat. Week after week:
eating, eating and more eating; nothing but
eating. One evening, upon arrival, the waiter,
surprisingly, meets you at the restaurant door
and marches you to a lovely, glassed-in
cubicle with a chair that resembles a
comfortably padded toilet. The waiter turns
you around and slits the back of your
trousers, and tells you to sit down on the
toilet. You do as told, then you are served
endless plates, with large portions, of
succulent food, and you eat and eat and eat
and eat and eat . . . The End
The name of this movie will be:
Paminifarm's: "TROPICALIS SWAMPS OF CANDIDA"
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