Orson Welles's Last Meal (2008)
Though he died massively obese, America's best-loved film director, screenwriter, and actor was once a skinny kid growing up in southeastern Wisconsin. What he needs is a big hunk of cheddar, but we can't just sit him down at a cheese store like Stinky Brooklyn, after all. Instead, the perfect thing would be a tureen of cheddar fondue at Artisanal. Watching him fastidiously dip perfect cubes of bread into the viscous yellow fluid would be half the fun. Like the name says, "Art Is Anal."