As a kid, I was never much into Masters of the Universe. The franchise, whose leader you may remember as almighty He-Man, consisted of a cast of characters, ranging from She-Ra to Skeletor to a lot of broad-chested, barely clothed hairless men. Personally, I watched Sesame Street until I got my driver's license [last year], so my attention was usually diverted from this brainless and subversively gay fodder (and coming from a Now-Gay, consider this is an example of irony at its most ruthless).

Nevertheless, a lot of kids were rapid fans of the oeuvre, which should explain why "Under the Influence: He-Man and the Masters of the Universe" is a show currently being held at L.A.'s Gallery 1988. Much like the metallic eagles on which He-Man flew (no idea), some of the vivid pieces that hearken back to 80's childhood ring truer than Skeletor's Crystal Ball of Evil (again, no idea).