The new Legends of the Hidden Temple movie, teased at the New York version of Comic Con - how many versions are there? - is contributing to the spreading plague of Nick wistfulness. Now comes a really odd column from a site called Polygon. The Legends movie gets a bemused critic to wonder if she is a true child of the 1990s.
The short answer is who cares, and the longer answer is that I hope the column is tongue in cheek. But some of the verbiage does make me wonder. The critic concludes:
In short: Maybe I’m not the '90s kid I thought I was. But then, who am I? [emphasis in the original] Nickelodeon, I'll be sending you my therapy bills.I doubt that the Legends movie will really send anybody to therapy, even an overwrought critic on a site that nobody's ever heard of. So I'm pretty sure that the column is all one big joke. But I always get antsy when our little genre sets off this kind of pseudo-profound speculation. Even if it's just a gag, I don't want game shows - or a TV movie based on a game show - giving anybody an identity crisis.
By the way, I'm a baby boomer. And the Legends movie doesn't change anything for me.