I fell so hard for the vibrancy and sharpness in the recently released African Queen Blu-ray that I wound up pigging out — not exactly watching it over and over but playing it over and over as white-noise accompaniment while I worked. Now I need a break. I did the same thing with my grandmother’s oven-baked corn bread when I was nine or ten — i.e., ate so much that I got sick, and then couldn’t even look at corn bread for years after that.