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NINTENDO POWER Magazine, September 1993 Vol. 52

For someone who doth protest an awful lot that they're not a gamer, I sure do talk an awful lot about video games, amirite folks? And judging by the numbers, y'all hate reading about 'em - and therein lies the irony: so do I. But I collect Nintendo Power magazine for various reasons - some of which I'm still trying to figure out. 

There are usually one or two exquisite Pop Art-style advertisements, usually advertising the magazine itself. Its time capsule traits (especially in the era from which I pull) are a trademark attraction for me and probably anybody; it's the most prominent peek into 1993 that I found here. But that's why I'm going through it and sharing with you: I combed through the news and tricks and tips and reviews to find whatever treasure this graphic manual was hiding. You're welcome. 

The first (and probably the most interesting) feature in this or any issue is the "Player's Pulse" page - the part where they publish letters from readers. But NP played it in a safe way every time: each month they'd inform us what next month's topic was, and those are the letters they'd publish. And the question they assigned to this issue was along the lines of "fantasy Nintendo merchandise" and the fantasy wishlist put forth by the fans was so spectacularly spot on and clever that I couldn't have done better myself. 

Gum, donuts, an entire Nintendo TV network? Chef's kiss. But RC Mario Kart cars that are battery operated and "very detailed?" Who is this kid, Josh Baskin? I'm not the hugest Mario Kart (or remote control vehicle) guy, but this is a zillion dollar idea that beats the shit outta Dixie Cups and bath foam. 

Super Mario All-Stars was the headliner here and it's what enticed me to buy this issue: a game I actually played (which became increasingly rare), it's a 16-bit glow up of the original 3 NES Mario games. Another big reason I seek out these rags is the illustrations, because the literary content is frustratingly misguided in every way. You read the letters from the kids who played these games: considerably more articulate and cognizant of what exactly makes these toys so cool. I would've been pleased with a little anecdote or backstory on the making of the game, the conception, the demand, something more adult with some substance that would not so closely resemble the children's book version of VCR instructions. 

Star Fox was the big release of '93 and they padded out these periodicals by milking the big ones. This issue includes "Act 8" of their ongoing Star Fox comic series, and if there was one thing that I and the entire gaming community agreed upon in the context of this magazine it was no more goddamn comics please! I loved the little stories that filled out the manuals that accompanied the game cartridges themselves, but this laborious styrofoam was in the service of no one except the editors striving for their 115 page quota. 

One of the strongest points of Star Fox the game was its mystique - I never knew what the hell was going on, I just started blasting. This game had an eerie, barren atmosphere of geometric landscapes and melodic electronica, and despite its talking animal fighter pilots it most certainly didn't fit into any comic book/Saturday Morning serial groove. 

Any STAR WARS video game I've ever played has been tops, and Super STAR WARS: The Empire Strikes Back wasn't any exception - although I found it to be incredibly hard. In fact a lotta the imagery in this magazine is new to me as I was never able to leave the Hoth System. Some fanboy stuff here: I'm not familiar with "IceCats" outside of this game (as I believe this is their sole appearance in this universe) but they sure do resemble the Vulptex species on Crait in Last Jedi. Also included here is a "Gundarc" (though I assume they meant Gundark) which is fun because it's mentioned in the Empire movie but not shown. 

1993 was really the year of Spielberg wasn't it? In addition to the wealth, acclaim, and Oscars amassed by Jurassic Park and Schindler's List, as well as his continual input into the Universal theme park stuff, his property continued to transition into the gaming world, up to and including his then-current animated show Tiny Toon Adventures. We owe him awe, not just for the amount of cash he must've been accumulating, but the tireless ambition to bring us enough quality entertainment to define an entire year - not to mention one's lifetime. 

The Top 20 is attractive to me because I like ranking lists, though they make this needlessly witty and ambiguous by assigning some kinda "point" system to these games. Are these sales? Rentals? Votes? I mean whatever, it's as meaningless now as it was then - I just feel validated that Mario and Zelda games were consistently top of the pops for the period in which this shit was pertinent to me. It's like sports: my team was in first for as long as I was a fan. 

Each issue came with a pullout centerfold usually depicting the box art of whatever recent game they were trying to push. Nine times outta ten it was of a game I didn't know or care about, but it was still one of the better and more exciting features of this book: a prize inside! In later issues like this one they doubled down and also included a page of perforated trading cards! Again most of the imagery is foreign to me but they're a damn sight more interesting than the graphs and text and crude comics that were all achingly standard. 

The other thing that was in nearly every issue was the "Power Players" page - the place where they'd publish the high scores of players from all over the country. Again, zero interest; I didn't give a shit about points, I either saved the princess or died trying. (Having said that, achieving "Megalopolis" status in only 4 years of SimCity time is a feat I can't begin to comprehend.)

It only recently occurred to me what a daunting and lo-fi ordeal it must've been to acquire these accolades. First, you'd have to achieve some nearly impossible undertaking that could be deemed worthy enough by the gaming community to get your name printed in this holy publication. Second, you have to take a photo of your TV screen or Gameboy with enough clarity to be accepted. But once I began to mentally approach this in the headspace of 1993, I imagined the difficulty of borrowing a camera (with film), figuring out how to turn off the flash (which is hopefully a manual option) and getting it just right and then only hoping it comes out distinct enough whenever I get it back from whatever photo place I'd been taken to. I never attempted this, but I began to feel a little melancholy as I imagined myself or some other poor 10-year-old discovering their photos weren't adequate for submission, or ended up getting rejected without notice.

So I suppose this issue of Nintendo Power had enough cosmic energy to remind me of an abstract nostalgia saturated in disappointment. I'm sure it must derive from some repressed memory of my own, or just the gathered wisdom of bureaucratic entanglements and failed aspirations; the bastards have always kept me down, not even any mercy for a child. That was a major strength of Nintendo and home consoles: the choice to engage in competition with no one but yourself, and a loss could only cut as deep as you allowed it. That's playing with power. 

- Paul

SUMMER SNACKS!

I've eaten a lotta crap in a short period of time to bring you this today - and not all of them was good. Not that I'm looking for sympathy, I'm sure prediabetes won't be as bad as the whole inevitable enchilada (which I'd also review for you). 

There was a lot of traveling and scouring this season - bars, liquor stores, gas stations - and the bounty was a little banal (big surprise I know). As usual it's still kinda early; the new Coke Creations flavor is a few weeks away and I've no doubt that folks like Burger King and General Mills have stupid stuff up their greasy sleeves, but for now I'm sick and bloated and hyper enough to be content. 

Eat up, wankers. 

- Paul

Mountain Dew Summer Freeze

This sonofabitch beverage, they got a new flavor to commemorate every 5 minute interval of time. Usually that's my speed but I hate the goddamn Dew - mostly because I can no longer physically handle caffeine. Stimulants aside, these drinks are like carbonated candy, more so than just about every other soda, so they just became tedious very quickly. But anyways, this flavor (labeled as "Dew with a Blast of Summer Americana") is the only snack on this list to fall into our 93 in the Sun celebration; it's blue and it tastes blue and blue tastes like the Summer of 1993 so help me God. Whatever they were going for they nailed it -- I was almost kinda sad when I dumped the rest to prevent imminent cardiac arrest.

Jack Link's FritoLay Flavors

Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos are my favorite Doritos, and I'm down for Flamin' Hot anything. But I am no fan of Jack Link's meat products. Though I thought perhaps these "flavors" could somehow disguise their incompetence, but alas these inexplicably lubricated shafts didn't resemble the chips from which they borrowed their name. The Sweet Chili one did have a tang to it that made it more tolerable, but the words "Flamin' Hot" did not accurately describe the Flamin' Hot meat stick; Flamin' Hot Doritos and Cheetos have some legitimate heat, and Slim Jim sure as shit knows how to light your mouth on fire when that's their goal, so there was next to no excuse for this tasteless treat with no tingle. 

Swedish Fish Blue Raspberry Lemonade

Swedish fish are actually something I enjoy so I was pretty optimistic here - disregarding my distaste for lemon-flavored stuff. So in a way these kinda worked out because the pieces I was able to scrape off my teeth ended up tasting nothing like lemon. Or raspberry. I don't know if it was psychological mouthfeeling I was experiencing or maybe it's just been too long since I had them but these just tasted like regular old Swedish Fish (whose flavor is actually called Redberry). Not a bad thing I guess, but I certainly never camouflage my discontent when novelty flavors aren't strong enough to get out of the shadow of their originators. 

Doritos Tangy Ketchup & Hot Mustard

I was most curious about these, while also looking forward to them the least. I very conservatively use ketchup with french fries, just enough to get a sense of it, so a mouthful is almost unbearable. I had much bigger hopes for the Hot Mustard, which mostly lived up to its namesake; this isn't some sweet & gentle Honey Mustard situation, this is mustard, Jerry! Dijon! I suppose there's some kitschy charm in eating straight condiments, but that only really works with barbecue or salad dressing. My sister suggested using the chips as burger toppings, which is a level of preparation too fancy for my trashy ass. In summary, both flavors hit their mark (unfortunately). 

Hostess Kazbars 

Outside of seasonal and holiday stuff I'm not sure I've seen too many new Hostess products in my lifetime, but these are being presented with a level of confidence that makes it seem like they're here to stay. And that's fine, it's not without its blandishments - though I'm particularly particular about my snacky cakes; I'm always turned off by the ones with the stale chocolate shell, so there was some immediate sadness. And beneath that there was a lotta business as usual - except for the supposed "Sweet Crunch Pieces" -- a texture almost entirely foreign to Hostess treats. Ok, brass tacks, they're not crunch pieces - at most, they're crispy, as in not dissimilar to not-quite-soggy Rice Krispies. They're subtle, but not subtle enough to not be the most exciting thing about these things. Also, it should've been "Kazbarz" with a "z" on the end.

Reese's Creamy

I'm a crunchy man myself, 100%, but as far as Reese's goes I've got crumbs fatigue; they've infused chunks of everything into their cups at this point, from pretzels to potato chips to smaller Reese's. I was curious to see if they could manage to finally upgrade their chalky PB filling to something a little more satisfyingly gooey. Seems like the logical outcome here, right? I don't know if my palette is unrefined (probably is) but these ended up being just some regular old Reese's roguery. I feel like I was fooled by the fancy font into thinking I'd get all caught up in the reverie of smoothness. Screwed again. 

Haribo Smurfs

I've never known Haribo to have a licensing deal with anyone, let alone Hanna Barbera. Actually, outside the world of "Fruit Snacks" gummies are typically pretty generic shapes, free of copyright. Also, there's clearly nothing indicative of 1993 with The Smurfs, but the packaging and concept was just so attractive and summery to me that I wanted them in my world. Yeah they taste exactly like gummy bears or worms or anything else but I'm not seeking out any life changes in the predictability of gelatin snacks - just comfort.

Twizzlers Gummies

Fourth year in a row I've fallen into the Twizzler trap. I don't know why, they suck kinda - but that's just because they're a cumbersome, tasteless candle wax of a candy. There's got to be a better way! Look no further than Twizzlers in gummy form, which quite frankly have disregarded everything about the licorice brand and just threw their name on a bag of an entirely different genre of sweets. I'd say I'm not here to judge but that's literally the only reason I'm here; I will say they're remarkably soft, almost jellylike, and the three nearly indiscernible flavors (Peach & Cherry, Grape & Cherry, Lemonade & Cherry) are all lovely. But I'm bored with gummies. I was already bored with gummies decades ago and after this Summer I don't think I'll want them ever again. 

Cranberries and Cheese

Summer Starter Pack 2023

How does one recreate the Summer of 1993? Menacing Mr. Wilson and bombing the hell outta Baghdad. (Too soon?) Honestly that's not exactly how this theme is supposed to work - and yet, this list is loaded with some powerful punches that could put us in the right frame of mind to narfle a Garthok. Summer still gots to be Summer and it can't all be Ace of Base, but there'll be enough adventures to capture that early 90s mood (I'm watching Clarissa while I write this so clearly I know what the fuck I'm doing). I was 10 years old in '93 and I don't anticipate any obstacles on my journey in continuing that sensibility -- in other words, I'm still capable of eating junk and watching garbage. 

You know the routine (unless you're new, then you don't): the following is a short list of seasonally appropriate activities in which we intend to engage. Some will last all season, some will last all weekend. Some will pass the time, some will be an event. Maybe an hour or more, but maybe only ten minutes. We post these in the hopes that perhaps you'll join us in some capacity - that is if they're accessible and/or agreeable to you. Or, build your own burger and then let us know what you're scheming. It's dangerous to plan but it's necessary to have something to look forward to, so do yourself a favor and seek out some stuff that will make you nostalgic 30 summers from now. 

- Paul

Better Living Through Television 

I already know how to accurately relive my own 1993: with Patty Duke and Rhoda. Thanks to our friend and your Bob Sacamento, Max, we've been made aware of Zachary Jackson's Youtube channel, which is comprised mostly of 3-to-6-hour-long videos (that is to say each video is between 3 and 6 hours long) of early 90s Nick at Nite programming blocks titled Nick at Nite: Reimagined: nearly a dozen random episodes of the station's retro lineup - complete with 90s commercials that would've aired at the breaks - strung together to recreate any given evening of my 10-year-old lifestyle. Sometimes there's an unevenness in the audio and aspect ratios and the commercials appear to be pulled from a wide span of time, but as far as these types of YT videos go, they're pretty much exactly what I've always been searching for. Nothing says '93 like some Taxi and Jeannie right before bed. 

Squeeze, Fiona

I'm not a fan of 90s music. Actually, save for a few tunes here and there, I really fucking hate it. But I'd definitely like a solid Summer album to accompany me through the season that somehow maintains the mood I'm going for here. Thankfully, there's Fiona - the enigmatic singer/songwriter who released a handful of albums in the late 80s/early 90s, including 1992's Squeeze - a hard/soft/rock album somewhere in the balance of Heart and Lita Ford that has the right amount of sunshine and sentimentality to cover every single imaginable base. This is the best I could do and it's pretty damn good. 

Renegade

Now that my Nites are better, what to do to fill the gaps of my sweaty days? How about some sunny Southwestern crimestopping action - on a motorcycle. Renegade began in September of 1992 and lasted five seasons. It starred Lorenzo Lamas as a cop framed for murder who goes on the run to enforce his own brand of justice and hopefully clear his name. This setup is already a warm blanket for me, but when you add the TV melodrama and Action aesthetic of the early 90s to the menu, it only gets hotter. I've always been peripherally aware of this show, and while it's currently available on disc and streaming, our options are ripe and robust - I anticipate binging this bad boy. 

VIOLENT STREETS

Another Summer, another Box of brutality. This season's set is from Severin who've compiled five Umberto Lenzi Poliziotteschi - (presumably over the top) violent Italian Crime sagas from the Cannibal Ferox maestro himself.

I reserve the Action genre for Summer as is, and three of the included films are accompanied by soundtrack CDs(!) so this will be a very easy (and bloody) departure from our steady diet of Sleepless in Seattle and Salt N Pepa; who says you can't put marinara on mac & cheese? 

Take your father's place at my side

The #1 reason I wanted a child of my own was to have the opportunity to introduce STAR WARS to someone for the first time. My plan was to go chronologically by Episode, and so I attempted to show my son Phantom Menace last year, to which after 20 minutes he asked, "Can we turn this movie off?" Fair enough, that's a jagged pill to swallow for a 3-year-old (or for anyone of any age). Cut to March of this year and we say fuck it and draw the curtains and crank the volume on A New Hope and the effects have only gained momentum with each passing day.

It worked in a more intense and profound way than I could've ever hoped for. I've eaten, shat, and slept nothing but the wars amongst the stars for the past 10 weeks, bound and connected to my kid through the pop culture phenomenon of my own youth with the potential of new and continuously changing developments from here on in (Episode X has been teased). His full-blown STAR WARS birthday party is on the horizon which will only send this obsession into hyperdrive, promising a Summer of incessant Revenging and Returning and Awakening that's sure to leave me in a very comfortable and familiar place. 

Antihero Superstar

an•ti•he•ro - noun - a central character in a story, movie, or drama who lacks conventional heroic attributes.

I don't publish a lotta input on the recent superhero craze because I've not seen a lot of them, so it wouldn't be entirely fair. But that in and of itself is probably pretty revealing; I don't watch a lot of these movies because they look fucking awful, and the scattered portions I have seen turned out to be fucking awful. Like worst I've ever seen, no kidding. Personal preference I guess, however strong it may be, but certainly one of the more subjective observations in my criteria is a lack of relatability; superpowers is one thing, but a flawless disposition dedicated to God and Country is simply beyond the boundaries of believable human nature. Sure, let Josh Brolin take over the world - what do I care, it's fake. 

Well kids, 30 years ago when Ant Men and She Hulks were confined to the pages, our movie heroes took hostages, shot pimps, and raged against the machine. The 90s are still so fresh in our minds that it's easy to ridicule the fashions and foibles that come with any defined decade, but the confrontational and empowering themes of Cinema were like a 1970s redux: alienation, rebellion, and causal violence were the backbone of everything from Action to Comedy to Kids' movies. We actually got two legit Superhero Movies in '93: Batman: Mask of the Phantasm and Super Mario Bros. No superpowers in either case - a masked vigilante driven by childhood trauma and two plumbers from Brooklyn who reluctantly help bring down a reptilian imperialist regime. Or something. Point is, even the costumed crusaders were working outside the system and taking matters into their own bare hands. 

There were characters "on the right side of the law" and circumstances forced them to get dirty. In Tombstone the Earp Brothers long for a life of peace after a career in law enforcement, only to find more violence and injustice until they're finally compelled to compromise even their own principles - their motivations driven by anger and vengeance. Most of the characters on this list aren't looking for trouble - it finds them. Not entirely true of Sergeant John Spartan in Demolition Man - a great movie that I always thought had a dumb title, but the title really is more than a generic Action Movie lyric to sell tickets. There's some afterthought exposition about how reckless he is in his pursuit of bad guys, which gets him into trouble and ultimately sets the premise in motion. But when he finds himself in an excessively polite society 36 years later, that ends up becoming the real antagonist of the picture and the thing that he must demolish. 

On the opposite end of the long arm of the law are the people trying to save their own ass. In The Fugitive Dr. Richard Kimble has to do his own detective work to entirely reverse every single misstep of the American legal system. The brilliance of that movie is: we know he's right, we know he's innocent, and we're rooting for him, and at the same time we're rooting for Tommy Lee's Deputy Gerard - not to catch him, but to completely shrug off his responsibilities as a U.S. Marshall and accept the truth that of course he's innocent, he's Harrison Ford! We only want cops to step out of line when it's advantageous to our designated hero. In Judgment Night our leads are witnesses to a murder and not only do the police not help, they're nonexistent. Their battle against inner city crime has nothing to do with large scale social justice, it's just self preservation. 

Sometimes survival can lead to a greater cause. Gerry Conlon is falsely accused and convicted of terrorism in In The Name of the Father, forcing him to withstand the perils of prison. In fighting for his life and his name, he's inspired to take up arms against the very corruption that diminished him. Based on a true story, sure, but it's still a very filmic evolution of events; this is how real people become superheroes. In Body Snatchers, Marti has to escape the prospect of becoming a pod person. She tries and fails to save her family from their zombie fate, which only leaves the option of escape - though she's left with a focused hatred against the alien infestation which will inevitably become "society" making this simultaneously the most literal and abstract antihero allegory of the year. 

There's nothing more heroic or uplifting than when children rise above their oppressors to right a wrong or maybe educate their elders - like when Wednesday Addams burns down a summer camp full of bigoted elitists in Addams Family Values. In the two Barry Sonnenfeld Addams movies, all the morbid cracks about murder and torture and necrophilia and disfigurement were played off as one liners and sight gags, but this movie doubles down with a full blown throwdown between the pariahs and the pompous. It's implied that our heroes burn families alive, and us as an audience couldn't be more delighted. A far less drastic act of heroism is Jesse's freeing of Willy the Whale in the aptly titled Free Willy. To be fair, Willy's owners had planned to destroy the whale as part of some insurance scam, so Jesse's aid in his escape is truly an act of good on every level. Even still, in a court of law Jesse's facing breaking and entering, destruction of property, grand theft, and probably conspiracy to commit various environmental crimes. I don't say this to assign a buncha real life logistics to superficial Family Films - I don't do that and I fucking hate when other people do it. But these movies depicting children tearing down authority with bravery and the confidence in what they were doing was right was just as attractive as most villains in fiction - a feat rarely accomplished in Film (for me). 

Then there are the actual bad guys - the protagonists who antagonized as their main story function but somehow managed to persevere as heroes within that story. Schindler's List is the most drastic yet the most soft example: a Nazi war profiteer looks bad on paper, but this is a story about a different time, when a person could redeem themselves through change and amends, thereby exonerating their flawed past. Talk about standing up to authority! But that's a cheat - Oskar Schindler is never presented as a villain. Not like, say, the dinosaurs of Jurassic Park - the movie and the park. This may be a bit abstract but this was a time when we didn't have any straightforward villains to root for (probably because the heroes were so blurry). All the 80s slashers were gone and we were between Batmen, so what can you do for posters and action figures and Fango covers and McDonald's cups? Alan Grant? Ellie Sattler? Ian Malcolm? I mean nowadays yeah because they've all become quotable cult heroes, but back then the T Rex, Raptors, et al. were the true antiheroes of Cinema -- kids didn't wanna free Willy, they wanted to run alongside a herd of Gallimimus (mostly because that was your safest bet).

Mostly I'm talking about the criminal population; the lawbreakin' leads that left us no choice but to cheer them on. And why not? In Carlito's Way, Carlito Brigante is desperately (though successfully) putting his life of crime behind him, and the real tension comes from "when's he gonna relapse?" because, somehow, that's what we wanna see; everyone around him is fucking up in various ways, and so we need him to become Michael Corleone, we need him to be Tony Montana, for the good of the movie. That's usually the arc of these good/bad guys: they eventually wanna hang it up, but the only way out is the way they came in. In the American La Femme Nikita remake Point of No Return, Maggie Hayward is forced into becoming an assassin for the U.S. government, and then predictably doesn't wanna anymore, so the entire third act is her using her crackerjack skills to free herself from the people who trained her. And we want that for her; she's a cold-blooded killer but we really just want her to get with Dermot Mulroney and be happy forever. That happy ending scenario doesn't sit as well in A Perfect World - escaped prisoner Butch Haynes takes an 8-year-old boy hostage on the run for a lighthearted road trip. Butch is a decent guy and he and the kid end up sharing a genuine bond free of any Stockholm Syndrome type stuff, but under the circumstances we really need to see the kid reunited with his mother, and so that's the ending we get. Butch brought excitement into this child's life for the first time, but that doesn't count as redemption in an imperfect world. 

Intentions are a big part of this central character craze. By the end of True Romance, Clarence and Alabama are unwavering killers and professional drug dealers, but we never think of them that way, because as big and brutal as these acts are, it doesn't define them. Coincidentally, the layers in this movie (established by its screenwriter) indicate that these characters are fully aware of their Antihero status, because they've seen Taxi Driver, Badlands, The Getaway, etc. so they know that they themselves are worth rooting for. That's easily the most meta example of this subgenre in this or any other year, and while it's not played as parody or satire, there's still a lightheartedness to it; when they're not rooted in some tragic true story, the antihero is free to be as ridiculous or funny as they want because they're not bound by virtue. I'd say the most blatant characteristic of this type of lead is that they're human, and their fictional world mirrors the madness of the real world. In Amos & Andrew Amos Odell may be a career criminal and laughably dim but he's the only even-tempered and tolerant character in a cast of bigots, bad cops, and fundamentalists. It's played for laughs, but Amos is almost admirable for his forbearance (which admittedly comes from his ignorance). On this list I empathize most with this character. 

And then there are those days, those overwhelming days, those Falling Down days when we all have a little "D-FENS" in us. The movie is never subtle -- on the contrary it's quite bold and obvious and straightforward and it's the audience that's the variable. There's no way to "interpret" or "misinterpret" this character: his actions and motivations are clearly illustrated on the screen and it's up to us to see him as a hero or a villain, an instigator or a victim, patriotic or prejudiced, and there's very little room for compromise. I view him this way, and if you view him differently you're wrong. Neo Nazis and violent gangsters aside, his true gripe is with humanity; the race he most despises is The Human Race, excluding no one from the warpath - everyone's guilty and everyone will be offended. Which leaves him asking the question that personifies his character as well as every other antihero: "I'm the bad guy? How'd that happen? I did everything they told me to." 

- Paul

Sounds Like Fun

STATIC SHOTS

1993

93 IN THE SUN

Hey dudes! Strip off that plaid cuz it's time to get rad! Now that skort weather is here we're hangin' tough and kickin' back - all the way back to 1993. We've got the Summer off and so do you and we're already drunk on Dunkaroos and psyched for the Super Mario movie. Were we ever so young?

Get ready to laugh, cry, and hurl again as we celebrate the 30th anniversary of this hot year with 93 IN THE SUN - art and general musings about the commencement of the Clinton era and we're gonna hafta let it linger all Summer long. We might step outside this heart-shaped box here & there but the bulk of the season we'll be knockin' da boots and freein' Willy. Remember, you're not old, you're old school. Shit's gonna be Jurassic.