Feed me. Fat BDSM.
Feed tries to be many things; a thought-provoking commentary, a detective thriller and a horror porn but fails on all accounts. It’s Super Size Me + Feardotcom. None of the characters behaved in rational ways that were believable. Each one was full of childhood issues that went loosely unexplained and yea, I’m going to spoil it for you. The good guy wins and then turns into the bad guy. You’ll hate everyone in this movie. No one really wins, you never want to eat again, and you’ll get banned from Netflix night forever (true story.)
Our protagonist, Phil is a cyber detective in Australia that specializes in sex sites and cannibalism (don’t worry. more randomness will ensue.) Not wanting to take a vacation after seeing the gays chop off their own penises and frying them, he dives headfirst into his latest case. His newest discovery revolves around the sexual subculture of feeders and gainers aka Fat BDSM. For some bizarre reason, he is obsessed enough with this case to travel all the way to Ohio to ‘stop’ the site.
On the other side of the world in Toledo, we have Michael Carter, the mastermind behind the Feeders and Gainers website. Through flashbacks, we understand that his mother was a fattie and he was forced to feed her and eventually kills her. A grown up Michael now houses random fat women, monitor their stats on a live web cam, has sexual relations with them, and eventually feeds them up to 600+ pounds until they die. The dead fattie then gets liquefied and chopped up and fed to the next ‘victim.’
This is where the movie gets weird. Phil is completly incapable of catching Michael cuz Phil is a retard and Michael knows martial arts (random). Where is the local police in all this? Why is Aussie Phil in Ohio? How come Aussie Phil doesn’t have back up? Why does Aussie Phil suck balls? And also, Michael and his victims have an extremely loving relationship despite all the odd factors involved. It’s like a master and servant relationship though obviously not as sexy and involves human carcass and Big Macs. So is it really exploitation when the master/servent have a mutually beneficial relationship? (minus the whole eating them thing afterwards)
If you’re tempted to watch this, don’t. It’s not indie enough to be indie. Not gory enough for splatterhouse fans, and too one dimensional to be a thriller. Unless you really got a fetish for 600 lb women whining in a baby voice, then by all means rub one out.
