Go go see a better movie. Review by Brandon Wolfe I confess straight out of the gate here, I don’t possess much familiarity with Mighty Morphin Power Rangers . When the original series debuted in 1993, I was officially too old to count myself among its target audience. I never saw an episode, never saw the 1995 feature film and truly only am aware of the things that anyone would have picked up via cultural osmosis during its heyday. I knew it concerned five teenagers with superpowers who wore colorful jumpsuits and helmets (with disturbing artificial metallic mouths). I knew they fought monsters of the excessively cheesy, Japan-made Godzilla variety, with men in rubber suits. I knew Voltron was being not-so-subtly ripped off. I heard tell that many young men were quite taken with the Pink Ranger. And that’s all I’ve got. So when it comes to reviewing the new big-screen reboot—pared down to the more succinct Power Rangers ; it’s cleaner—I’m not bringing anything in with me. I have