Knowing is half the battle.

You can't fight the numbers
GI Joe was a staple of my childhood. As pointed out on this blog before, nothing came close to the explosions and truly satisfying destruction of a Cobra base with a jolly “YO JOE” capped on at the end for good measure. Favorite Joes include Dusty, Snake Eyes, Cross Country, Lady Jay and Flint.
Favorite Cobra villains were, and will always be, The Crimson Twins (aka Tomax and Xamot) not

Fact: Identical twins are scary AND mostly likely agents of Cobra
only because of their flamboyantly evil costumes but also because of that weird voice that the actors on the show implemented to make them seem like villainous gymnasts from the country of auto-tune. Plus their names are mirrior images of each other (yes it took me 20 years to realize that) so that’s pretty awesome too.
GI Joe, while rooted in the Regan-era Military-Industrial Complex and, on some level, an agent for Pro-American leanings during the Cold War is still one of the classic cartoons from the 1980s and I am proud to have been one of the lucky kids who got to see the tv show and the comic book during it’s heyday.
GI Joe, Transformers, and the like all were apart of the Golden Age of American television, an era that has not been topped since. Hollywood has proved this point by leeching off of the ideas of their 80’s counterparts to make blockbuster movies out of childhood memories. While I have yet to see the new GI Joe movie, I am more inclined to see it over Transformers since it lacks the bemoaning of Shiloh LeBouf, I am still wary of what kind of mind-raping it might incur in the form of a Wayans Brother portraying a GI Joe.
When I do get a chance to see the movie, and even if it crushes my memories of a more simpler time, at least now I’ll know…and knowing is half the battle.