Wow, that was just wrong. Here I am surfing the ‘net while my wife watches TV, and I overheard Thriller on the tube (Kristen’s watching 13 Going on 30).
This sent my mind shooting back to a different era (1990, to be exact), and something that in retrospect is far and away creepier than it already was even back then.
Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker.
I played (and beat, IIRC) it on the Sega Genesis.
There was so very much that was wrong with that game. For one thing, your usual means of self defense is throwing sparkles at things (when you’re not shaking said sparkles off your saddle shoes as a self-defense dance move). Of course, you’re playing Michael Jackson wearing a white suit and fedora, which makes it all so much worse. On top of that your mission is to rescue kidnapped children, whom you magically whisk away to some undefined happy place to fate undefined but presumably (?) happy. Plus, your ultimate weapon against the enemy? Dancing. When you dance, all enemies are mystically compelled to dance with you until it destroys them. What?
Dance ’till you drop!
Even if you’re already dead…
Jacko, I really didn’t need to see that.
Add a couple decades and layers upon layers of Michael’s badness with kiddies… yuck.