It was 1987 when our pizza-devouring, ass-kicking teenaged mutant ninja turtles and rat-surrogate-father splinter first kowabunga’d their way onto our screens. Since then we’ve witnessed many iterations of our beloved scaly heroes, but the odour of 80s cinematic lawlessness thrums through our amphibians cold-blooded veins irrelevant of the decade. But rehashing material dog-eared with melancholy is never an easy task. As with any other remake, directing a good new Turtles film boiled down to retaining the magic of the original, whilst simultaneously making it modern enough to resonate with a contemporary audience.
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