In the opening minutes of Eating Animals, as a car drives through miles of unspoiled farmland, plaintive music plants us firmly in the fertile breadbasket of America —land of opportunity, land of natural beauty, land of plenty. Ah, but what a false promise it is. Look a little deeper, and that pink-hued body of water isn’t a natural spring; it’s a pool of hog urine and fecal … [Read more...]