‘Masters of the Universe: Revelations’ Review

Preface If you hate women, actively or passively, don’t watch Masters of the Universe: Revelations. You will hate it, go to social media with your misogyny, and get dragged (as you should). That said, MOTU: Revelations is a great addition to the 80s/90s nostalgia-train running through Netflix at light speed. Not gonna lie, Kevin Smith did the damn thing and truly brought the He-Man property into the twenty-first century. [There will be a spoiler-specific section, labeled, later in the piece.] Masters of the Universe: Redux First things first, this ain’t YOUR He-Man. Not by a long shot. So sit yo ass down if you think anything about this run of Masters of the Universe is going to allow you to return to a simpler time. It’s not. There are two Kevin Smiths, one before the heart attack running wild and saying wild stuff on Comic Book Men; and another, who recovered from a near-fatal experience and assessed his place in the world. The latter Kevin Smith wrote, directed, and was the showrunner for this. The clarity in the voice direction. The ability to make Prince Adam somehow likable while explaining why his humor (in either form) was (and remains) corny AF. Real touchstones. Along with Smith’s growth and humility is the ever-present sphere of influence that comes with being Kevin Smith. This brings me to my next point: the cast of MOTU: Revelations is stacked beyond belief. MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: REVELATION (L to R) MARK HAMILL as SKELETOR in episode 101 of MASTERS OF THE UNIV…