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  • The clown that dominated Thanksgiving 35 years ago: Pennywise’s first dance in 1990

    The clown that dominated Thanksgiving 35 years ago: Pennywise’s first dance in 1990

    Revisiting the 1990 It miniseries is like stepping back into a time when horror on TV had to dance carefully around the censors and when a clown named Pennywise became an icon dancing on the little screen.

    I remember it well: I was ten years old, my homework half-finished, and the only way I could get to watch that eagerly anticipated TV event was by promising I’d get my work done. It was absolutely life-changing for a young movie fan like me.

    ABC took a pretty bold leap adapting Stephen King’s It for prime-time television. Sure, they had to cut out the more graphic and adult themes from the novel. The blood and gore was minimized to nearly nothing. The unsettling moments got toned down so they wouldn’t scare the living daylights out of a wide audience watching that night. But even with all those network limitations, they created something truly special.

    A big portion of the magic was Tim Curry.

    His portrayal of Pennywise wasn’t buried in monster makeup. It was a deceptively simple clown design—almost friendly on the surface, which somehow made it even more terrifying. Curry didn’t rely on special effects or gore but instead was able to subtlety have presence, voice, and a simple smile. That haunting, unforgettable smile. In a time when horror icons like Freddy and Jason dominated with blades and blood, Pennywise chilled you with charm and menace and a little paper boat for Georgie.

    The production itself had challenges. There were delays, rewrites, and debate within ABC about just how far they could go. But the cast, both kids and adults, brought heart to the screen. The chemistry was real, and despite the limitations of the format, they managed to breathe life into King’s story. Curry’s performance was so commanding that he overshadowed everything else and become the most anticipated part of the made for TV series.

    Yes, even that ending with the not-so-great giant spider was lousy.. but being honest, that part’s a bit of a punchline now when you watch it again.. but somehow Curry held the whole thing together and ages like a fine wine.

    There are no reports of any dramatic on-set accidents or major injuries. It wasn’t a famously chaotic set. Most of the struggles came from trying to condense King’s dark, emotional, and layered story into something suitable for 1990s television.

    At the time, the reviews were generally solid, especially considering the restraints of the medium.

    Stephen King himself was pleased with it. And now, all these years later, it’s still fondly remembered—not just for the scares, but for what it represented: a moment when horror tried something different. When it became a prime-time event. When kids like me rushed to finish their homework just to be scared by a clown.

    The 1990 It wasn’t just horror—it was appointment television. And for a lot of us, it still lingers in the back of our minds, floating there like a red balloon in the storm drain of memory.

    Tim Curry…

    He made us all really scared of clowns. And that was more than enough for TV…

  • You can FEEL these images! The most important scenes from the Halloween movies had nothing to do with Michael Myers

    You can FEEL these images! The most important scenes from the Halloween movies had nothing to do with Michael Myers

    The Melancholy of Halloween: Why Halloween 4 and Halloween 3 Still Make us Glow!

    There are certain things about Halloween that never quite leave you.
    When you’re younger, it might be a family party, trick-or-treat night, or the excitement of dressing up for school. Maybe it’s the sound of leaves scraping across the pavement, or the cool autumn wind beneath a sky that can’t decide whether it’s sunny or gray.

    It’s melancholy.
    It’s nostalgic.
    It’s Halloween.

    And for many of us, two particular Halloween movies bring that feeling back stronger than anything else.
    Not because of scares or kills.. not even the music, despite that setting a certain tone to the films.

    Maybe you’re one of those people .. maybe you feel it too.

    The Opening of Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

    The fourth installment movie begins not with screams or murders, but with a quiet, haunting montage of rural Americana. There’s no Haddonfield, Illinois because that town doesn’t exist .. but the landscape during the opening scene of the film feels like it could be anywhere in your back yard or field nearby. In this case it was actually filmed in Corinne Utah..

    Cornfields. A lone scarecrow. A rusted fence line. A jack-o’-lantern sitting in the dusk.
    All of it set to Alan Howarth’s mournful score and the sound of wind whispering through half-bare trees.

    I promise you cannot watch this and NOT feel it in your bones…

    Before Michael Myers even appears, the tone is already perfect. It’s not about the horror — it’s about the feeling. That sense of October. That moment when daylight fades a little too early, and you can smell the wood smoke in the air. For many fans, that opening sequence is Halloween. It captures the essence of the season better than any pumpkin-spice latte or store-bought decoration ever could.

    A few years ago, a Halloween website actually gave us a “then vs now” scene by scene of the opening sequence.. times have changed. And that is why this scene brings back to much..

    x x x

    The Beauty Within Halloween 3: Season of the Witch

    Then there’s Halloween 3: Season of the Witch — the most debated entry in the franchise.
    Some fans love it. Others can’t stand that it doesn’t feature Michael Myers. But beyond its odd plot about a mask-maker’s deadly plan, there’s something poetic hidden in the chaos.

    As the Silver Shamrock jingle plays and the movie cuts to shots of kids across America — trick-or-treating, laughing, wearing those creepy masks — it taps into something universal. For a few brief moments, the film isn’t about terror at all; it’s about childhood, innocence, and the fragile glow of Halloween night.

    And then, there’s that breathtaking final image: three silhouettes walking into the orange-gold horizon, the sun setting behind them.
    For a film so divisive, that single scene is pure cinematic beauty — a quiet, haunting symbol of the season itself.

    Nostalgia in the Shadows

    We all have our own movies that summon that peculiar Halloween nostalgia — the ones that make us feel ten years old again for just a moment. But for many of us, it’s these two films — and these two scenes in particular — that stir something deeper.

    I don’t know if movie makers envisioned it.. but beneath the Shatner mask and the famed John Carpenter music, Halloween has always been about more than fear. It’s about the passage of time, the changing light, the melancholy of autumn itself. Samhain….

    So as the season of the witch arrives once more ..
    Don’t forget to be in front of your television set for the big giveaway.

    🎃 Silver Shamrock. 🎶

  • Without Warning remains the best WORST Halloween made for TV movie of all time

    Without Warning remains the best WORST Halloween made for TV movie of all time

    This time of year always brings a certain melancholy reflection and a lot of nostalgia. For me, one of the oddest and most memorable parts of that mix is an old made-for-TV movie that somehow manages to be both terrible and fantastic at the same time.

    You’ll probably think I’m crazy for saying it, but I’m talking about “Without Warning,” a CBS television movie from 1994.

    It aired on the anniversary of Orson Welles’ infamous War of the Worlds broadcast — the one that scared the space aliens out of America in 1938 when people thought aliens were actually invading. CBS promoted Without Warning heavily, making sure viewers knew it was fictional. Still, that didn’t stop some people from calling the police that night, convinced that history was repeating itself .. another alien invasion, right on early 90s prime-time TV.

    The 1990s Were the Perfect Time for This Kind of Weird TV movie

    Let’s rewind to the great 1990s. Seriously, they were pretty great. The Clinton administration was just getting started. No one had heard of Monica Lewinsky yet. The economy was taking off (despite NAFTA and GATT which would eventually kinda sorta ruin everything).. And in the background, the paranormal was quietly creeping into pop culture’s bloodstream.

    Shows like Art Bell’s Coast to Coast AM, Sightings, and Unsolved Mysteries made the supernatural feel just a little more believable. It was the perfect atmosphere for a movie like Without Warning .. a fake news broadcast about the end of the world.

    The entire film was presented as a series of breaking news segments. Sander Vanocur, a respected journalist at the time, played it completely straight. The first reports came in of mysterious asteroids striking the planet .. there were three impact sites, three disasters. But as the “coverage” went on, it became clear that these weren’t asteroids at all. They were intelligently controlled… and they were angry.

    Then we were joined by mom from Malcolm in the Middle!! Long before Malmolm..

    In the movie, the U.S. government (under a fictionalized version of the Clinton administration) launched nuclear weapons in a last-ditch effort to intercept the incoming objects. That, of course, made things worse. Soon, radar screens filled with hundreds of unidentified craft closing in on Earth. Cue the faux-emotional poetry, the panicked anchors, and the eerie fade-out that left everyone wondering if the end had already begun.

    CBS was ready.. they were knew that WAR OF THE WORLD caused panic.. so they thought they would devise a nifty course of action and tell people the show was fake every commercial break…

    That should work, right?

    NOPE.. it didn’t.

    Terrible… but Terrifying for a lot of people!

    The reviews were brutal.. But 14-year-old me? I loved it.

    I remember sitting there on Halloween night in 1994, too old to trick-or-treat and living in an area with few kids anyway. I was ready for Without Warning like it was the Super Bowl. When John B. Wells’ voice kicked in for the opening narration, I was hooked.

    Even today, I still sometimes throw it on YouTube as background noise though I almost hesitate to mention it, since no one has claimed the copyright and I don’t want to jinx it. It’s oddly comforting in that late-night, static-on-the-screen way. I hope this Youtube video with ORIGINAL COMMERCIALS FROM THE TIME doesn’t go away..

    Each time the movie returned from commercial break, a voiceover reminded viewers that this was not actually happening. Despite that, many people still believed it was real — a modern echo of Orson Welles’ panic nearly six decades earlier.

    Even with the warnings… even with the constant “we are fake” promos, hundreds of people called television stations in various cities and states in panic!! Reports at the time said some of those calling in were in tears.

    When Fiction Feels a Little Too Real

    What makes this worth bringing up now, 31 years later, is how eerily it ties into today. Right now, we have 3I/ATLAS passing near Mars .. an interstellar object that some, including Harvard’s Avi Loeb, speculate might not be a comet at all. Maybe it’s something… different.

    Could it be another visitor from deep space? Maybe even a kind of mothership?

    If that’s the case, if someone or something out there really did hear our old radio signals and decided to drop by to see what we’re about, then Without Warning might not just be a cheesy relic of ‘90s television. It might be a glimpse of how it all begins.

    Wouldn’t that be one heck of a way to end 2025?

  • Horror trivia: William Shatner played Freddy Voorhees from the Halloween on Elm Street The 13th movie

    Horror trivia: William Shatner played Freddy Voorhees from the Halloween on Elm Street The 13th movie


    At this point, it’s not even trivia anymore—everyone knows that William Shatner’s face became the face of Michael Myers in Halloween. Horror fans have repeated this story for almost half a century: John Carpenter’s low-budget film needed a mask, so the crew went to a store, grabbed a William Shatner Star Trek mask, slathered it in white paint, widened the eye holes, and—voilà—the Shape was born.

    So, last night I stumbled across a nostalgic TikTok clip of William Shatner himself talking to Conan O’Brien back in the ’90s about this very thing. What should have been a fun exchange quickly turned into a painful mess. Shatner and Conan mixed up Jason and Freddy, the audience shouted out Friday the 13th when the real answer was Halloween, and Andy Richter, joking about being a “slasher movie connoisseur,” still couldn’t get the facts straight.

    In fairness, this may not have been as WELL KNOWN in the 90s–perhaps it was more of obscure trivia compared to the amount of knowledge people have today of horror and the Halloween films.. but when your face is the base for a horror icon, you’d think you would have gotten it right? (This aired in November 1997)..



    The whole segment is a horror fan’s worst nightmare—not because of Michael Myers, but because of how wrong everyone managed to be. It’ll make you wince, but it’s worth a watch..

    For some more reading, check out our October 2022 post about the aging Shape.. the fate of the original Myers mask and how it looked then.. It is falling apart..

  • It’s back to school time, so let’s teleport together

    It’s back to school time, so let’s teleport together

    The school year’s about to start. Today is a Sunday before many schools begin session.. others happen next week…

    The change is here.
    You can feel it.

    Even if you’re not the one carrying a book bag and lunch box anymore, there’s something about this time of year that still gets into your bones. The air changes. That first crisp edge eventually replaces the heavy summer heat. Evenings come a little sooner. Somewhere in the distance, there’s the faint glow of Friday night lights.

    It’s like the world is quietly telling you it is again time to turn the page.

    Starting school was always a rite of passage. New shoes, fresh notebooks, the awkward excitement of seeing who ended up in your classes. Adults now join in by posting their kids’ schedules and seeing who what other kids share the same homeroom as theirs.. and the photos on the first day blanket the socials…

    Fall itself is wrapped itself around it all—cool mornings, leaves crunching under shoes, the smell of sharpened pencils and pumpkin spice everywhere.. memories come back so easily you can almost hear the hum of the fluorescent lights in the hallway of your own school..

    Nostalgia..
    It’s warm. It’s familiar. But like I’ve said before—it’s a little like pulling a blanket out of the dryer only to realize it’s still damp. Comforting for only a moment and then the warmth vanishes and you are left with something very different than how it started..

    Our minds edit the past into highlight reels, cutting out the awkward moments, the bad grades, the stress. We remember the best parts and forget that life was never as flawless as the memory makes it seem.

    Sometimes, we try to go back—not physically, but mentally. Mental “teleporting.” Close your eyes. Block out the present. Let yourself drift to a hallway you once walked, a mall you once wandered, a crisp fall night under the stadium lights. Picture every detail—the way the air smelled, the sound of shoes on the floor, the weight of the backpack on your shoulder. If you let yourself sink into it, your brain can almost convince you you’re there again.

    I guess it can be healing for a bit..
    But here’s the danger—stay there too long, and the present starts to fade. You risk getting so wrapped up in what was that you stop paying attention to what is. Nostalgia can be a bridge, but it can also be a trap and a curse into oblivion..

    So use it wisely.
    Take the trip in your mind when you need to remember who you are, or to feel the spark of a time when things seemed simpler. But then—open your eyes. Look around. Notice the smell of this fall’s air, the sound of these streets, the people who are part of this chapter.

    Because here’s the truth—one day, right now will be the moment you’re trying to teleport back to.
    And when that day comes, you’ll wish you’d really been here for it.

  • AOL dialup RIP.. the old internet really is gone now

    AOL dialup RIP.. the old internet really is gone now



    AOL, You Got Me With This One

    AOL just hit me with some news I didn’t see coming: they’re officially discontinuing their dial-up service.

    Now, I don’t know about you, but I thought dial-up was long gone—like floppy disks and Blockbuster stores. Turns out, it’s been quietly hanging on this whole time. But as of September 30th, at least through AOL, it’s officially done.

    From the company itself:

    > “AOL routinely evaluates its products and services and has decided to discontinue Dial-up Internet. This service will no longer be available in AOL plans,” according to AOL.



    And… that’s it?

    We’ve all talked about how the internet is slowly dying—not disappearing, but changing in ways that make it feel less real. Artificial intelligence is certainly helping speed that along. So are bots, spam, and fake accounts pretending to be real people. But at least with dial-up, you could count on one thing: if someone was using it, they were definitely a real person. They were out there, patiently (or impatiently) suffering through the endless hang-ups, busy signals, and painfully slow connections.

    What worries me is that one day, we might actually need that phone line again. All it takes is one big asteroid or comet knocking a few satellites out of orbit, and suddenly those “ancient” connections start looking pretty useful again.

    September 30th—mark it down.
    A day for dial-up that will live in infamy..

    And just for that nostalgic melancholy hears the old sounds  for your enjoyment.

  • The midsummer night’s nightmare

    The midsummer night’s nightmare

    It’s our annual tradition.. the panic mode has set in. We are on the ‘other side’ of summer.. the day are slowly shortening *(for now) .. and soon the heat we complain about will be filled with the smell of bus fumes and autumn air… The summer of 2025: No secrets during this nightmare..

    The Summer of No Secrets

    There’s something about the middle of summer that feels like a mirage. It’s hot, humid, sun-drenched.. But then you look at the calendar and realize: We are already on the way down. The days are getting shorter. The lightning bugs have peaked.. If you were lucky enough to see them. The school supply aisle is back. Halloween decor is back–that one we are ok with.

    It always happens fast, but this year feels different. More abrupt. More exposed. Maybe it’s because, like everything else, even the season feels under surveillance.

    Take the pop culture moment of the week: A CEO from Astronomer was forced to resign after he was caught on the kiss cam at a Coldplay concert snuggling with employee. Their spouses were undoubtedly as shocked as they were..

    You’d think that would be the most wholesome thing to happen all year. But the clip went viral, and suddenly what may have been a private scandalous moment was up for public ridicule and attention.

    And isn’t that the strange paradox of our time? Summer is supposed to be the season of lightness. Of youthful mistakes, of beach trips where no one cares what time it is. It’s the season of secrets. Of whispered confessions under fireworks. This is not a post to make excuses for them.. fate catches up. But in the ‘old days’ this was not a regular experience.

    But now there are cameras. Everywhere. The joy is still there—just filtered through 4K resolution and comment sections. And sometimes the joy goes away when you realize others may be looking.

    Beyond humans, it is fate itself that seems to view all. There’s a certain seemingly-paranormal eye that always watches, right?

    Think about this: whenever you’ve done something in life that was a little mischievous or devious, you got caught. Maybe not at first.. it could take a few weeks. But something would happen where eventually the truth came out. Like Stephen King says—everything is eventual. Or it is just that there is really is no such thing as a secret that doesn’t eventually surface.

    The CEO’s secret didn’t just come out, it became a meme. A supernova megatronic meme. You’ve probably already seen it, maybe even laughed at it. Your feed might be flooded right now with every possible variation of his shocked face photoshopped next to horror icons, sitcom stills, or surreal internet in-jokes. It’s funny. It’s wild and overexposed. And behind the laughter, there’s a real human moment—awkward, intimate, maybe painful—that’s now everyone’s punchline.

    It feels like every summer now has its sacrificial billionaire. One year it’s a doomed submersible. Another, a PR disaster or a fall from grace. This year? A concert and a kiss. Comparatively tame, but just as culturally ravenous a feeding frenzy we have had in quite a while. If you’re rich in the summer of 2025, tread lightly. July heat won’t save you from the internet’s fire.

    Since this is The Horror Report, we’d be remiss not to share one of the standout memes: Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre ..

    The truth hiding beneath the meme is darker: cameras are everywhere. Secrets are nowhere. The second you leave your house, you’re probably on film. And depending on how you feel about smart tech, you might not even be safe in your own living room.

    So here we are…mid-July, drenched in sun and surveillance. Summer used to be a time for disappearing into the moment. Now it feels like we’re all starring in some strange documentary we never agreed to be in.

    Here’s to the few moments that still belong just to us. If they exist.

    For the sake of history, we will re-broadcast what we wrote in 2002 on the HORROR REPORT .. IT is strange, so many summers ago now, ancient history .. but I remember the feeling when I wrote this post. It was very late at night.. I think in that point in my youth I was drinking BUD ICE (remember that? ) .. and I was listening to classical music loudly when I wrote this stream of midsummer consciousness .. a rerun presented to you in 2025, the year of our lord:

    March on, march on!
    Triumphant.
    Let the music roll
    The bombs bursting in the air of the hateful
    The tide running low and then high, bringing in pond of the ocean on the rivers of the barge
    The maiden is singing through the window at her bride to be.
    The widow is singing at the graveyard of her husband that was.
    The music rolls on.
    March on, March on!
    Louder, louder!
    Swiftly

    Suddenly, the perils of the future become apparent.
    Marching down the aisles of the school and college.
    The grade school has no boundary, but the high school has pain.
    The college has promise but the reality has no gain.


    The music rolls on. Slower.
    Triumphant none the less.
    Chills running down the spines of parents in their seats and in their heavens and hells.
    MORE.
    Here they come.
    Students and gang members and drunks and dug addicts.
    Ready to march into the uncertainties of life. More and more.
    MORE come down.
    More music rolls.
    They take their seats.
    Surrounded by God and Satan all on one chair.
    Chills moving through the bodies of those even without feelings.
    A hush comes over the crowd….
    Crack open a cold one. Light up a hot one.
    The music says the days are numbered
    The time is over.
    It keeps playing. Rewind. Fast Forward, it doesn’t leave your head.
    Blood flowing, grandmothers growing. All in the night. All at the drop of a hat.

    The bottle gone empty. The blunt blunted. The police are here.
    Students and young adults don’t know where they are because their parents never gave them
    direction. Their parents never gave them direction because they lost the path.
    The battles that raged were won by no one and fought by everyone. We are lost. We lost. They lost us, now we can’t even find a war to fight.
    No one wants to fight a war that is un-winnable

    But the march goes on. The beat continues. More and more walk down that aisle for their fateful visit with the hand of time. It gets no easier, does it? IT gets only more painful.
    The hand extended, the face stony. The music greets them like a violent storm in the night.
    They need to listen but they dread to hear it. The beat marches on with their feet. Platform and leather soled, their hats and tassels turn. They’re finished.

    On with life! On with death!
    On with hate! And on with crystal meth. It doesn’t get any better, does it? Civil marches and freedoms goodbye. Holy alliances oout the window.
    Fear and loathing sense their home. Something has gotten into our blood. We are bloodless?

    The music rolls on. Coming to a conclusion.; Wind blows and doors slam.
    What the hell are we even doing this for?
    We’re dreaming the impossible, nightmare visions of reality in our lives.
    All this and the march keeps marching, the beat keeps beating.

    All this in a midsummer night’s dream…

    Horror-Report, July 25, 2002 9:00 pm EDT

  • Fourth of July burst of nostalgia

    Fourth of July burst of nostalgia

    We have been posting this clip from the WONDER YEARS since this website was born..

    As time goes on you start feeling a little less like Kevin and more like Mr. Arnold..

    Limit your nostalgia. It is dangerous. But allow this one..

  • Make sure UNCLE SAM sees you flying your flag on Fourth of July

    Make sure UNCLE SAM sees you flying your flag on Fourth of July

    Patriotism can be a beautiful thing—but let’s be honest, it can also be scary ..

    Hear me out.

    When patriotism crosses the line from love-of-country into cult-like obsession—where questioning anything is seen as treason and nuance is dead—that’s when things start to get real weird. Not unlike, say, a horror movie about a murderous dead soldier in red, white, and blue..

    Yes, I’m talking about Uncle Sam—that forgotten little 1996 horror flick that was equal parts goofy and unsettling, and somehow still echoes today in all the wrong ways.

    The plot? A group of teenagers desecrate the grave of a Gulf War vet, and said vet doesn’t take kindly to that. He rises from the dead as a walking PSA for blind patriotism, and starts maiming anyone who isn’t waving a flag hard enough. Subtle? Not exactly.

    But it was one of the first horror films to tap into the Gulf War era, instead of the well-worn Vietnam tropes.

    Look, I’m not saying Uncle Sam is high cinema.

    It had a budget that probably couldn’t cover a fireworks stand in rural Pennsylvania. But I am saying that the character was a ghoulish and weirdly memorable versions of Uncle Sam itself. And still sticks with me.

    Proof that even low-budget horror can leave a mark.

    Or a scar?
    Don’t even start me on JACKO!

    The movie leans more toward comedic horror than psychological thriller, but watching it today, it almost feels… prophetic.

    A guy in a flag hat violently enforcing “real” patriotism? Huh. Totally fiction. No modern parallels there. Nope. Nothing.

    Just a cage match in the White House lawn for America 250…

    Anyway, this 4th of July, we won’t be watching Uncle Sam again—not because we’re too good for it, but because the Twilight Zone marathon is on, and nothing screams “American holiday” like existential dread and government conspiracies in black and white with Rod Serling narrating.

    Or maybe we’ll queue up that episode of Stranger Things where the mayor insists on throwing a fireworks show while literal monsters are tearing the town apart. Now that feels like the true spirit of the season.

    Happy Independence Day. Light the grill, question authority, and maybe… skip digging up any graves.

  • June 23 1989: Batmania was born

    June 23 1989: Batmania was born

    If you look back in the history books, June 23, 1989 wasn’t particularly Earth-shattering. Politically, the world didn’t tilt off its axis. No massive global shift. No historic peace deal. No grand disaster. But… maybe there was something. Something quieter. Something louder. Something bigger than anyone could’ve realized in the moment.

    Batman was released in theaters.

    This post is a bit self-serving, I’ll admit. It’s nostalgic and maybe even overly sentimental. But I hope some of you reading this remember it too. And if you do—if you lived through that summer—I’d love to hear what it meant to you.

    Because for me that summer was magic.

    Let me start with a little personal backstory. I was 8 years old when my mom’s friend Janet brought me a few packs of Topps trading cards.

    You remember the kind—with the cardboard-flavored gum that could break your teeth. But inside these packs were strange characters. A white-faced, clown-like man. A figure with giant horns and black armor. I didn’t know what I was looking at. (PS I still have all of the full sets of them today)

    I had been raised on He-Man and the Masters of the Universe. Superheroes weren’t quite in my bloodstream yet but those cards sparked something. And eventually, I saw the name.

    BATMAN.

    Now remember, this was before social media. Before YouTube trailers. Before spoilers and breakdowns and frame-by-frame analysis videos. We had to wait until we saw the trailer on TV. And when we finally did? We were hooked enough to know we needed to be in that movie theater.

    There was something electric about the anticipation. The air-conditioned mall theater. The smell of popcorn and the stickiness of the floor under your sneakers. The massive drinks from the concession stand. That hush when the lights dimmed. And then it began…

    BATMAN took over the nation. More so here than other countries since places like Great Britain, as documented in this August 1989 article, didn’t let anyone under 11 see the movie due to the ‘extreme violence,’ even with a parent accompanying them:

    I honestly can’t tell you how many times I saw Batman that summer. Twice? Three times? More? I’ve probably watched it over a 200 times since. And when I got the VHS that Christmas, I wore it out by the time the following summer rolled around. The video game was also heavily used.. I blew on that Nintendo cartridge with power and prowess..

    But Batman wasn’t just a movie—it was a movement.

    There was Batman everything. T-shirts. Toys. Posters. Ads. Happy Meals. Prince’s album. Commercials. Crossovers. Batman on cereal boxes. Batman on cups. Batman in every corner of pop culture. Halloween that year? A sea of purple and painted Joker faces. Every kid was trying to out-Joker the other.

    It changed movies and the way that movies portrayed superheroes.

    Tim Burton’s Batman introduced an entire generation to a version of Gotham that was dark, gritty, and real. That grimy city looked like 1980s New York. The mayor even felt like a caricature of Ed Koch. There were layers—politics, corruption, empathy for villains. And a hero who operated in the shadows because the system couldn’t be trusted.

    It was a massive departure from the 1960s Batman TV show, which at that time was mostly remembered for its camp and color. Cesar Romero’s mustache under white clown makeup and shark repellent in the utility belt. Burton’s Batman brought the character home to his darker origins.

    Funny enough, the success of the movie brought renewed interest in that old show, and the Family Channel began airing reruns. So, for a kid like me, 1989 didn’t just give me the new Batman—it introduced me to all the past ones too. Campy, creepy, heroic, and weird—it was all part of the package.

    And maybe no movie since then has captured that same feeling.

    There was one little issue, Adam West, the campy Batdude, told the Associated Press in the summer of 1989 that Tim Burton’s version was “too violent” …Of course that was before he even saw the film:

    We talk about Jaws reshaping the movie industry—and that’s true. But Batman did too. It redefined superhero films and gave comics a new life. Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson, to this day, are described as their characters from the film.

    And here we are, in 2025, still talking about it. Fans are still dissecting every new Batman movie and debating if Robert Pattinson can pull it off again. (We’ll skip over the Ben Affleck years for everyone’s sanity.)

    If you were between 5 and 15 in the summer of 1989, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You remember that feeling and rush of excitement. It was pretty special.. And if you close your eyes and think about that summer, maybe you can feel a little of it still buzzing in the air.

    So here’s to Batman. June 23, 1989. A day that didn’t change the world—but it definitely changed mine.

    And maybe yours too.