The 2014 Michael Bay-produced Turtles reboot offered itself as an affably grotesque, relatively astute reflection of content accelerationism. Millennials raised on GIFs, sound bites, and poptimism were as relevant a springboard for computer-animated teen hybrids as the gen-X/MTV generation was to the original cartoon series and subsequent franchise. Like a furry fanfic version of "The Fast and the Furious," the Turtles were bound by adrenalized, cop-averse action, alternative notions of family, and an open musical taste that involved beatboxing, a hip-hop Christmas album, and a Juicy J/Wiz Khalifa/Ty Dolla $ign rap about pizza, nunchucks, and half-shells. It also had an appealingly chintzy aesthetic, marrying the neon New York of Hype Williams' "Belly" to the garish primary colors and set designs of Joel Schumacher's Batman movies, occasionally recalling Mario Bava. It was, essentially, a comic book movie unafraid to look and act like a comic book movie.