W.Ell, I never eat a protein bar again. Bars, shaking, powders and snacks, which promise a short clipping for thinking with higher protein consumption, are perhaps the largest phenomenon of food growth of the last decade. And the protein bars are at the forefront of hobby: this makes us well, we tell ourselves, because we are struggling to chew a piece of supernatural matter, which resembles Bar Mars from a faulty factory. After watching the documentary documentary “Related Campaign” by Joe Vicks: this illusion licensed to murder, undoubtedly for millions of consumers, will be defeated.
You know Joe Wicks, with a curly, curly miracle with a children's face that I jumped out during the blocking of the cycle And he became a star thanks to his easy, positive approach to physical exercises, leading a nation into daily squats and stellar jumps. Now he descends along the route of Jamie Oliver, using his success – we see that the glory of the country house bought it, and, the boy, this is Whopper – forever, trying to disgrace the government in the fight against a healthcare emergency.
Protein bars are that Turkey Twizzlers for Oliver, for similar reasons: they are almost always loaded with artificial additives, which makes many of them what are called ultra-processed foods today. These things are simply not natural. The sweeteners and sticky provincials that are hidden in them were associated with all kinds of health problems, from diarrhea and other intestinal problems to increased risk of stroke, cancer and what this program calls, loudly, but still frightening, like “early death”.
This is true, even when additives are within legal limits, because these legal restrictions are so weak. The study of this led to the fact that the Wix thought about a trick that is delightful from the lack of a compromise: instead of simply asking for the rules to be tougher, Wix plans to demonstrate how useless they are, creating, creating, advertising and selling a protein bar, which is intentionally harmful to the health of those who eat it.
For this project, it is united with Television Journalist Dr. Chris van TulkenWhich for these purposes is located in a laboratory bunker, illuminated by cold blue and decorated shelves full of mysterious white powder and incomprehensible transparent fluid. Evil-professor vibrations can be theatrical, but it is obvious that Van’s anger is talleped to the growth of what he calls “industrial edible substances”-he thinks that “food” is a generous erroneous one else. Since he compares the prevalence of the ultra of processed products with the collective error of the mid-20th century, when the population believed that smoking was safe because the companies that sold cigarettes agreed that they thought that he was a person at the end of his patience.
The assessment of the duet of the protein industry and industry of processed power is not restrained. Numerous famous brands are mentioned by name. They also do not take half of the measures when they draw an expert on the development of food products, one of several industry informants who will help them along the way, make a worst possible bar, which can still be legally, as health benefits.
With the created bar, the Demon-marketing boffins come up with the turning name of the brand “Killer”-the film requires a fascinating turn. It is clear that the wicks ranges from the prospect of passing through the scheme and consciously imposing poison for the public. The staff at the Wicks headquarters must sign refusals before they try a bar; His lawyer, a specialist in entering the market, says that the killer is legally good, but not that she ate herself. Smiling, jumping Joe Wix, faces a Shipo -ethical dilemma. Those videos on YouTube, where he made a little light aerobics, feel far. But Wix still remembers how they grow in poverty and ate unhealthy foods without means or knowledge to buy something better. He is torn.
Van Tulken puts him straight. “We must think in revolutionary terms,” he says, no less violated by a relatively small number of people who potentially swallow carcinogens on his behalf in the interests of the case. Suddenly, licensed to kill, with his shameless anger for unbridled commercialism and his belief that the problem has gone far enough to demand a radical, even reckless political actions, it feels that this can be part of something wider than the appetizer argument.
At least it will be when it will be a complete story. It's a shame that the show suddenly ends in the same way as the killer goes to the market, and subsequent observation of how it has not yet been covered by subsequent observation. But the main point was done with force. If the license to kill you leaves you hungry for more, you may have an apple or a handful of nuts.
