No Escape

Some claim that the 1986 film Labyrinth is a seminal part of their movie-going lives. We can neither confirm nor deny reports that this geeky, Jim Henson-directed puppet movie with its semi psychedelic embellishments holds such sway with us. If someone reported that we once sat deep in the Santa Cruz mountains holding a crystal and chanting a mantra from the film ("You remind me of the man/ What man?/ The man with the power/ What power?/ The power of voodoo"), would he be lying? Does it matter? Is there any way to verify whether we once cherished a signed copy of Fairies, the beloved-by-Renaissance Faire-types book by Labyrinth costume-designer Brian Froud? Fortunately, there isn't. But why should you see Labyrinth? You have kids. You are nostalgic. You want to see the re-issued, restored print in all of its beauty, and you want to see a pubescent Jennifer Connelly. Perhaps you're also interested in a career in muppeteering, or maybe you have never seen David Bowie's long yet spiky hairdo, which oddly matches his snaggly teeth. Whatever your reasons, your time has come.