Masters of the Universe

 

The Gremlin Wrangler multiverse has been aware of the Masters of the Universe movie for some time now.  

Aware is perhaps understating it.  80s animation was just something that once witnessed stuck forever. 

Today, the Masters arrive in cinemas.

I foresee a large amount of chocolate and lying down to be required following this particular cinema visit. 

My headache already has a headache. 

The research and collection building began immediately. 

The comics were located. The View Master was deployed. 

The tiny action figures were acquired and debated at considerable volume for reasons that remain unclear since everyone appeared to be vociferously defending the same side of the same argument.

There is a buzz.  A tangible, anticipatory buzz that feels like a bubble that once bursts, will cause an extensive amount of mess. 

The buzz is He-Man scented. 

And gremlin scented.  

Rock Em Sock Em Masters of the Universe are throwing down and I just pray everyone survives with all their parts intact.  

This currently seems unlikely. 

We cannot confirm whether anyone has actually chosen a side.

 It's still hard to tell.  

We can confirm that everyone has an opinion and that Allan is wearing a denim jacket about it.

We're ready.