So last night, I was powering down by sitting on the couch watching Jackass 2 when my wife walked in.
She watched as a guy threw up in the glass helmet he was wearing, then she did a quick 180 and exitted upstairs, where she asked how a smart man like myself could be entertained by stuff like that.
I thought about an answer, and then realized that I really didn't have one.
It's funny, because I make my living analyzing what works and what doesn't work in screenplays, and a lot of it is logical -- it's easy to spot when stories don't come together, when characters wander around without much going on, when dialogue just sort of sits there.
But why I enjoy watching a guy get his testicles frozen to a block of ice is beyond me.