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I had a Walls Feast today.
It was good.
I haven’t had one in years; remember when they used to be called ‘Big Feast’? Or at least advertised that way? Or did they? Nobody seems to know for sure. It might just be urban legend.
Much like the adage that, whether the name was ever real or not, the ‘big’ Feast has gotten a lot smaller over the years. It hasn’t, of course - we‘ve all just got bigger.
The humble, and generally accomodating Feast suffers the same backward prejudice as the Star Wars prequels - no matter what Lucas did, they could never possibly compete as you’re not the same wide-eyed, blown-away 6-year old you were back in 1977. As a grown man or woman who not only has developed a more cynical sense of perspective and expectation from the world of movies, you’ve also got the benefit of hindsight - i.e., you’ve seen The Empire Strikes Back. No matter what Lucas did, he was doomed. You’re an entirely different person. And he’d lost the element of surprise.
That, of course, and The Phantom Menace totally sucked.
Put that to one side, and enjoy this classic Feast commercial from 1983.
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