Remember a few weeks ago when I mentioned that this might be one of the very worst span of four weeks during one summer movie slate ever? Â It started with July’s Jaws: The Revenge and Superman IV: The Quest of Peace, and now ends with one of the more spectacular Cannon Films failures, Masters of the Universe.
The origin of how this movie came about takes root from the Mattel smash toy hit of the same name. Â Trust me, when I was little, everyone had He-Man toys. Â We’d walk around and ask each other if they want to play “He-Mans” and usually had our figures in tow at all times. Â We fucking loved this shit. Â What’s funny is that the toys were super cheaply made. Â For the most part, every figure had the same overly muscular body spray-painted different colors with different heads and different accessories or attachments. Â When you have a bunch of of the very same body for every male figure, it makes production costs quite a bit lower and gives you much more of a profit when these things sold like crazy hotcakes. Continue reading “Masters of the Universe (1987)”















