Self Torture

Here's why I want the see the movie version of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, even though I know it will be awful:

I had a sort of strange anticipation, a quivering of foreboding, that had to be satisfied. I didn't just want to see LXG to see what new stupidities could be put on screen. No, I was entranced by the prospect. LXG was a pile-up on the highway, beckoning to the passing drivers to take a look.

(It's from Chris Lawson's Frankenstein Journal.)