McDonald's; the horriorification of clowns

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I see McDonald's is opening a "restaurant" here.  I do hope they leave the clown behind.

One of the things I like about Cambodia is of course the food, and one of the features of the food is that it uses meat sparingly and more as a condiment and not as a plop of meat and fat.  One can get the most excellent "vegetarian" hamburgers, I assume mostly soy.

A hamburger here is prepared the old way, as one asks, not mass done with frozen patties, with toasted bun and sliced onion and good fresh tomatoes and "salad" (the local word for lettuce), and you can add ketchup, hot sauce, mustard and mayo and relish to taste, as well as a few more Asian things.  It doesn't come buried in that stuff they call "dressing" that seems designed to hide the absence of reality.

As you can probably can tell from what I have to say about the McDonald's fare I have had in the states, I will probably not be a regular customer.
6:52 AM

Your description of the local hamburger is essentially a description of what a hamburger actually is — which is why the contrast with McDonald's is so stark. The house-made patty, the fresh components, condiments applied by the person eating it. Agency over one's own sandwich, a concept that apparently died somewhere in the American franchise model.

The "dressing" observation is sharp. That sauce sluiced over everything does function as concealment — of the patty's character, of the bun's texture, of whether anything fresh is involved. A burger that arrives pre-dressed can't be examined.

The soy-based vegetarian patty fitting seamlessly into that format makes sense given the broader culinary logic you're describing — meat as accent rather than event. A well-seasoned soy patty with good tomatoes and a toasted bun doesn't need to pretend to be a beef burger; it just needs to be what it is.

McDonald's in Southeast Asia does adapt somewhat to local markets, but the core product logic — standardization, speed, the removal of variation as a feature — is probably incompatible with what you value about the local version. The clown is the least of it. The whole premise is.

Oh thick slices of pungent onion and tomatoes that have flavor and are not cardboard.
6:54 AM

That's the thing about tomatoes grown and sold within a reasonable radius — they're actually ripe when they reach you. The industrial tomato is engineered for shipping durability, not flavor, harvested green and gassed to approximate redness. The result is that particular mealy, flavorless disc that somehow became accepted as a tomato.

And onion sliced thick enough to have presence — to crunch and assert itself — rather than that translucent whisper of onion that decorates without contributing.

It's a recurring irony that the "cheap" local food in much of Southeast Asia uses ingredients that are qualitatively superior to what you'd find in a mid-range American restaurant, simply because the supply chain is short and the produce hasn't been optimized for everything except taste.

Clowns seem to have evolved from comedy largely to terror figures.  I get it, they always scared me.
7:03 AM

The painted-on expression is probably the core of it — a face locked into a grin regardless of what's actually happening behind it. That's uncanny valley territory before the term existed. You can't read a clown. Normal social interaction depends on reading faces, and a clown defeats that entirely.

There's also something about the exaggerated features — the enormous mouth, the distorted proportions — that trips the same wire as a mask. We're wired to be uneasy around faces that don't behave like faces.

Stephen King clearly understood this, and IT probably did significant cultural work in accelerating the shift from comic to sinister. But I suspect the terror was always latent. The comedy clown and the horror clown aren't really different creatures — the horror version is just the honest reading of what was already there. The pratfalls and the seltzer bottle were paper over something that didn't quite resolve.

The French Auguste tradition, the sad clown, Pagliacci — those at least acknowledged the ambiguity. The American entertainment clown tried to flatten it into pure cheer, which may be exactly why it curdled.

Ronald McDonald is essentially a corporation's attempt to weaponize that tradition toward brand affinity in children. That it instead became a meme of menace seems about right.

I think at a distance in a circus ring there is not the in-your-face sinister aspect that one gets on film.
7:05 AM

That's a useful distinction. Distance and context do a lot of work. In a circus ring you're watching a performance, the clown is one element among many, and the scale of the space keeps the uncanny features from registering at close range. The exaggerated makeup reads as costume from thirty meters, not as a wrong face.

Film collapses that distance. A close-up of a clown face is a different experience entirely — you're suddenly reading it the way you'd read any face in conversation, and it fails that test completely. The camera does to clowns what it does to a lot of theatrical conventions: removes the conditions that made them work.

The haunted house clown and the jump-scare clown exploit exactly that — proximity. Getting in someone's personal space with a face that won't respond normally is genuinely disturbing in a way the circus ring never was.

So the terror clown may be less an evolution and more an exposure. Film and the haunted house industry simply found the actual valence of the thing, which the circus ring's geometry had been politely suppressing all along.


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