I have 3.5 year old boys. It’s been demonstrated that at 3 years of age, reguardless of nature or nurture, they genetically change to spontaneously obsess over Power Rangers. Thus I’ve become an unwitting expert in them.
This is the kind of knowledge that you only get from parenthood, similar to the discovery that, your parents didn’t send you to camp for YOU to have fun, they did it so that THEY could have fun.
So. My discovery isn’t that Power Rangers and their offspring (s.p.d. and Mystic Force, currently.) are a perfect, perrennial, money making industry. It’s not that the formula is ideal (cool costumes, you have special powers, you transform, then transform again into a megazord…meaning for each 5 member team, there’s no less than 768 different toy marketing combinations.) Lots and Lots and LOTS of Monsters du jour, requireing new moves, new powers, new weaponry. Gotta buy that $10 foam sword…actually, two of them, so the boys can poke their eyes out at exactly the same time.
That’s all little stuff.
I’ve discovered the secret, and it is this:
All of the power rangers wear masks so that the production company can grind through stunt people at an alarming rate. I imagine there are long lines of used up stunt doubles, all less than 22, who no longer have a career in kung-fu. I’d imagine they’re in Vancouver.
In effect, it’s a puppy factory, only instead of puppies, they turn out ninjas. Arthritic, hobbling, ninjas.