Oh, you sweet cash grab, you.
With quarters being shoved into arcade games in record numbers, Hanna Barbera rode the golden wave, turning Pac-Man into a cartoon superstar.
His show ran for 44 frantic episodes on ABC, giving Saturday mornings an extra zing from 1982-83.
Packaged with The Little Rascals, Richie Rich, and Rubik, the Amazing Cube, Pac-Man was the undisputed king.
His animation style was sharper, his plots more complex (that’s a lie…), and his cartoon has endured better.
Check it out, then tell me it doesn’t leave you hankering for a bowl or two of old-school Body Buddies cereal.
Danger comes in many forms.
Narrowly escaping a serial killer’s grasp, a TV newswoman is sent to commune with nature and heal her fractured psyche at a cushy remote resort.
A fluffy robe, some Mai-Tai’s maybe, and then … werewolves?
Way to harsh her vibe, man.
Forced to fight for survival among a pack of bloodthirsty wolf/human hybrids, Dee Wallace Stone lives up to her rep as a “scream queen” capable of packing her own punch.
The script, by film god John Sayles, adroitly mixes humor with horror, allowing director Joe Dante a chance to craft one of the genre’s best.
Now this is how you make a cult classic!
Assemble an eclectic cast, with everyone from Chance the Rapper to SNL legend Chris Parnell, concoct a funny, ferocious story, then get weird with a capitol W.
The portal to Hell gets thrown wide open, and yet that’s just one of 1,001 off-kilter things going down in a town where pizza delivery boys are being murdered, ghosts and witches roam freely, and the mayor is a devious dolt.
Oh yes, and there may be a werewolf out there zipping around on a moped.
I never stopped grinning the entire 83 minutes.