Unfortunately, Suzie's been sentenced to watch the 1987 live-action Masters of the Universe movie, starring Dolph Lundgren, Courteney Cox, Principal Strickland, Tom Paris, and Richard Nixon as Skeletor. Enjoy!

Joey brings us the first installment in a special series called Crossing the Line, where he examines live action movies based on cartoons. First up is M. Night Shyamalan's take on the popular Nicktoon Avatar: The Last Airbender. Here's the twist: It sucks!

The Blockbuster Chick joins the site with a review of the 1999 dud based on the '60s TV show, starring Will Smith and Kevin Kline as two 1860s government agents brought together by the president to foil a diabolical plot by a legless Kenneth Branagh.

“Break out your action figures, and settle in for pure ‘80s awesomeness! Long before the horrendous Transformers movies, there was Masters of the Universe, a live action movie that adapted a toy/cartoon series, and actually did it right! Sure, it may be just another fish out of water story, and there may be a few too many new characters, but overall the film delivers. Sword battles, weird creatures, and a 22 year old Courtney Cox? Sign me up!”

“Last summer saw the release of the big budget adaptation of the ‘80s cheese ball television classic The A-Team. Given the rather underwhelming reception it received at the box office, I think we can safely say there won’t be a sequel, so this is as good a time as any to examine what the filmmakers got right and what they got wrong.”

“The worst M. Night Shyamalan movie yet. And damn, is that saying something.”

By special request of the Agony Booth, Richard is kicking off a new series-within-the-series titled “The Special Relationship”, wherein he looks at American movie remakes that don’t quite live up to their British source material, starting with a comparison of the ‘60s British series The Avengers, and the Razzie-winning 1998 American remake starring Ralph Fiennes, Uma Thurman, and Sean Connery!

"A script so busy and compacted that it creates a thick and odorous density of idiocy, poisoning every minute of celluloid with a detail or two that insults the viewer long after the moment has passed."

An Irwin Allen production of a screenplay by Akiva Goldsman? "The pain, the pain..."