
It’s kind of insane that in the year of our lord, two thousand and twenty-six, there is a $200 million-dollar tentpole adaptation of a forty-four-year-old children’s cartoon that is expressly aimed at those of us who grew up in the last wave of Gen X cynicism. And yet, what Travis Knight has created in the new Masters of the Universe somehow manages to be both reverent and irreverent at the same time in a way that manages to slyly awaken and sate the eternal child in all of us. Drafting off a couple of well-received modern incarnations for Netflix over the last decade, Knight’s vision for the world of He-Man eschews a lot of those versions’ earnestness in favor of the original’s focus on fantasy...
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