To catchup unfaithful readers, and remind faithful readers, my most prescient observations on “movies about toys” include (1) re: Michael Bay’s Transformers, Bay understood how to make a movie based on the way boys play with the Transformer toys, and according to boys’ rules (ie “Crushed! Dead! But wait! He’s back alive!) and (2) re: Ridley Scott’s The Last Duel, Scott’s final duel is the most perfect rendering of what every boy pictures a duel to be.

That said, the opening of Mr. Knight’s Masters of the Universe continues, without plagiarism, the theme Bay hit upon (and resultantly has no concern with imitating Nolan’s TDK motif) and, what’s more, creates, in a way that doesn’t even hint as disrespect towards any child at heart for being a child at heart, the single greatest scene of what it feels like to hold a He-Man toy as a boy.

For that, Mr. Knight and all those involved in the movie are to be applauded, and rousingly so.

The rest of the movie (post Adam’s finding the sword) is perfectly fine. The comedy is real. And the action can be satisfying.

Lastly, and this is difficult to describe (so please do check it out) but the scene in Adam’s boss’s office is frightening in its ease. How can a He-Man movie be more trad than Taylor Sheridan and all other wannabe rebels in this time of Black Helen’s?