Saturday, March 31, 2007


Burger Wuss

by M.T. Anderson.

A strange little number, this one. It's part satire of corporate culture and fast food restaurants - the Wuss works at O'Dermott's, serving up O'Chickens and Big O's under the sign of the Emerald Ring, an image of Kermit O'Dermott, the elfin mascot, looking over his shoulder. It's part about being a wuss and taking abuse and being bullied by the bigger and musle-headed and how it breeds a deep-seated desire for revenge. It's partly about losing a girl and not getting it. It's sarcastic and odd and sad, all at the same time. I'm not sure if I just wasn't feeling it, or if it wasn't sure exactly what it wanted to be. Despite the critical acclaim it garnered (and despite my usual love of the snark), I wasn't loving this one. I just kept waiting for it to become something, I guess.

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