The one movie...

The pre-eighties issues of Heavy Metal were so far into fantasy Sci-Fi that only the Gods of written fiction, Simak, Le Guin, Clark, Niven and all the other luminaries, were able to compete for the minds of young consumers. When the movie, (Heavy Metal), came out, most of us were ready to suffer through a Disneyfied version of the graphic. We screamed. Yes, now, decades later, I cringe at my behavior. Like a girl at a boy-band show. But this was an epiphany, You could do good CGI and integrate into decent script writing. Unfortunately, it was a one shot, and the franchise went downhill from there. They sold "The funny pages" to Playboy, dropped Ranxerox, and became a'Tales from the Crypt' clone. Big boobs on the cover but nothing but fluff inside.