The fact that The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, one of the most iconic 80's movie monsters, was (possibly) created because the Pillsbury Company refused to let them use the Pillsbury Doughboy in the climax of the film is so funny to me. Definitely the better call for both parties, but imagine a world where the Pillsbury Doughboy is still showing his round doughy face in TV commercials smiling next to white suburban families after he tried to destroy New York as the chosen form of The Destructor. I want to live in that world. I want to buy crescent dinner rolls with the physical manifestation of Gozer.
This is a movie where you get to see a young man, longing to become a good magician, slowly lose his sanity and his very sense of self as he dabbles in the dark arts at the urging of an ancient spirit. The arcane magicks he unwittingly unleashed end up twisting the very landscapes around him and start poisoning the minds of the populace. He is on the brink of losing his very soul to the perverse whisperings of this…