This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"Alright, enough of this safe and sane garbage, it's time for dumb and dangerous!"
I was about five-years-old, give or take. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house, as I often did. It was late in the evening and I had gotten my Ninja Turtles pajamas on and brushed my teeth and headed down the hall to watch cartoons before bed. As I entered the living room, I was met with a shocking scene on the television:
A…