I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey. Let’s go back in time to the 1980s. It was a time of neon and pop music, of big hair and big egos, of memorable if lamentable fashion choices, when MTV still actually had something to do with music, and kids came home from school to watch cartoons all afternoon. I’ve already commented upon many such shows, and now here’s another. In the harmful tradition of gendered marketing, this is about a show to sell dolls that was aimed squarely at little girls who worshiped Madonna (the singer) and dressed like Cyndi Lauper – Jem.
Why yes, I am going on about this again. There’s 8+ hours of movie to dissect here, so brevity is but a pipe dream (and my Muse is pushing me to finish). The next criterion for my Storytelling Failures is plot. And because there is just so much to get into, I’m splitting this up into “the book’s plot” (you know, the one that’s actually in the book; pretty simple – bumbling fellow goes on a long, strange trip to kill a dragon and get treasure; hijinks ensue) and “movie only subplots.”