







A teenager nearly ending civilisation feels less like a thriller than a time capsule in WarGames. Think shopping malls, MTV on the telly, and a modem that screeches like R2-D2 choking—pure 80s awkwardness in neon. The Cold War hums in the background, but most of the fun is watching Matthew Broderick fiddle with bedroom tech that looks quaint now yet still crackles with danger.
He plays it like Ferris Bueller with a floppy disk, while Ally Sheedy brings disbelief and spark, grounding the silliness. One minute it’s arcade trips and after-school hangouts, the next DEFCON alerts are flashing like pinball lights. The blen of breezy teen comedy and nuclear dread shouldn’t work, but somehow it does.
Silly, prophetic, and oddly cosy, it’s a reminder that once a bored kid could almost start a war—and today, things don’t feel much safer.