Day Thirty-Seven: 48 Seconds Till Your Childhood Is Ruined
by Tom Noonan
That’s Cary Elwes in the clip. Yeah, that’s this guy:
I know what you’re thinking, “Why would you show me this? How could you do this to me?” Believe me, I get it, and I’m not trying to drag you down with me. I have a point to make here, and that point is this: I’m pretty sure we’re still in Fred Savage’s imagination, and, if stuff like this magic-bubble-drug-pipe-tuba
or these oversized and oddly colored radiation victims
or this overweight, coked-out Westley
or this irrationally angry and terrifying fish
are any indication, he’s in a dark, dark place. There’s really no other explanation. Tuba bubbles are a hell of a drug.