Robert Downey Jr. and the Whopper Salvation
When Tony Stark gets back from being a P.O.W. he says the first thing he wants is a cheeseburger and they go directly to Burger King. Groan-worthy product placement? Nope: honest nod to an actual, greasy saving grace.
In 2003, R.D.J. was still flying high in a pharmaceutical sense as opposed to a crime fighting cyborg sense. He was driving down Pacific Coast Highway with “tons of f***ing dope,” in his car. He decided to stop in at the B.K. Lounge.
"I have to thank Burger King," he said. "It was such a disgusting burger I ordered. I had that, and this big soda, and I thought something really bad was going to happen." Downey Jr. says he then tossed all of his drugs into the ocean, deciding right then and there to clean up his act.
I’ve felt a lot of things after eating fast food – nausea, dizziness, desire to go to the playland, abated drunk munchies, dire need to find a public restroom – I have never felt the need to throw what was likely thousands of dollars in drugs* into the ocean. Nor have I ever been compelled to make a life changing decision to make my life better (or worse). It’s the chocolate delight of the art of acting, I suppose. Or, all the aforementioned drugs. False dichotomy?
*There’s a pod of dolphins out there still coming down.