Pretty Lights blasts from invisible speakers, making Lion think about candyflipping back in high school.

Diderot writes to his fair one, that his clothes will hardly button, that he is thus stuffed, and thus; and so indigestion, succeeds indigestion. Such Narratives fill the heart of sensibility with amazement; nor to the woes that chequer this imperfect, caco-gastric state of existence, is the tear wanting.

I suppose then, that going plump on a flying whale with your sail set in a foggy squall is the height of a whaleman’s discretion?

While Colossal Man is no masterpiece of screencraft, the script is much better than 50 Foot Woman's.