Meter Burn
I’ve been watching the latest Adam Sandler opus, Hubie Halloween. Okay, wait, I’ll start from the beginning.
There are two kinds of people: those who refuse to smell the rancid thing in the back of the fridge when offered, and those who do. I’m part of the latter cohort and, contrary to the former’s beliefs, I don’t do it expecting the experience to be a pleasant one. My behaviour is driven by an existential need to know where the edges of the room are, in some probably naïve desire to one day know the shape of it. I know it is going to be bad, but how bad. It is for a similar reason that I used to seek out the grotesquery of the internet, and why I will still click grim links when offered to me. It is for a similar reason that I found myself curious about Adam Sandler’s face.
