"The Magic Pill" Review

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"The Magic Pill" is a documentary. Does that say enough in itself? I freaking LOVE documentaries! After watching them, I always feel inspired and joyful. But this documentary is something special, because it is a little unconventional. It promotes the ketogenic diet, using scientific support along with anecdotes. Directed by Rob Tate, "The Magic Pill" was released on September 7, 2017 in Australia. Clocking in at an hour and a half, watching this is definitely time well spent. 


According to Netflix, within "The Magic Pill," "Doctors, farmers, chefs and others weigh in on the controversial ketogenic diet and its potential to eradicate common illnesses." 

Does that description sound a little boring to you? I thought so, when I first read it. Yes, it seemed neat, but it didn't sound like something I'd want to watch for leisure. The only thing that made me, in the lyrics of Shawn Mendez, a little excited, was the term ' ketogenic.' We like ketogenic on The Avocado and Me. Keto is like the dissident cousin of Primal. So, I decided to watch it. Why not? It had been discussed on one of my favorite blogs, The Bulletproof Blog, after all. And 91% of Google users liked it. Therefore... I gave it a go.

Thank goodness I did! I absolutely loved "The Magic Pill." I felt that it not only provided wonderful information, but also featured encouraging people and their stories. Here is a name in it that might just be familiar: Dr. William Davis. Yep - that's the fellow who wrote the Wheat Belly Books. And then there were the folks that aren't acclaimed authors. The test subjects. The people who tried out the ketogenic diet, and benefited greatly from it. A little girl named Abigail, who has autism and is nonverbal, began to speak. A breast cancer victim overcame her disease by changing the way she ate. 

"The Magic Pill" was an incredible thing to watch.

In short, I would recommend this documentary for tonight's family "movie night." It's fabulous. On a seemingly unrelated note, I just finished the book The Beauty That Remains by Ashley Woodfolk. In this novel, a character describes and reviews bands in a simple but genius format. I think I'll give it a go:

"The Magic Pill"
Looks like: magic. A diabetic doesn't need to inject herself with insulin anymore, because of how she changed her diet. Yes!
Tastes like: a generous helping of science with a twist of awesome!
Smells like: happiness. The kind of happiness that seems to permeate a room when good news is heard. 
Sounds like: inspiration. No elaboration here.

4.5/5 - A review by Maya Epstein

Well, there you go! Enjoy the show!
-Maya
(P.S. It's on Netflix!)

Photo by Lukas Blazek on Unsplash, Photo by Margo Brodowicz on Unsplash, 
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