This no-stakes film follows a high school junior who cares more than anything about getting into an Ivy League university so he decides to run for class president in spite of debilitating unpopularity. He gains a bit of notoriety from eating challenges before discovering that he has the power to create food from his hands, a genetic mutation he shares with his grandmother. After winning the vice president title in the middle of the film (and filling a bathroom with lunch meat, bread, and mustard while unable to control his powers), the plot plods along with the mere question of, Will Food Boy maintain his food producing powers or try to give them up on the day they solidify? It is pointless. There's also a side plot with his female friend who has the most obvious crush in the world on him while he's completely oblivious, and there's a teacher who has decided to hate him for being late and he's more a villain than any popular kids. He does "magic tricks" of shooting food at the crowd during a pep rally and of producing food on command at the talent show. He stocks a homeless shelter. He learns about the great history of these food people. And yet, AND YET, he doesn't decide his powers might be useful until he produces some frozen veggies to help out the 35-year-old class president's injury acquired during an ending food fight. Food Boy he shall be forever.
I cannot even imagine the pitch meeting for this film. I cannot even imagine the target demographic for this film. I cannot even imagine an editor trying to plot out this film. I cannot even imagine how these actors who are mostly in their 30s or at least their 20s could have even been cast as high schoolers. And yet, somehow, this film exists. And that counts for something.
Spoon Rating: 5
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