Been playing with this in the wee hours of the evening after closing the FP NYC store…
… That’s right. Playing with it. Grown man, playing with a toy. Flying Buck Rogers around, flirting with all the female action figures in sight, battling monsters, having adventures… Y’know. Playing.
I’m a gigantic Buck Rogers fan, and have been since I was a kid. I have an affinity for the 70s TV show (can’t get enough of evil space chicks in Lycra, and Gil Gerard’s the man), but I love Buck in all his iterations. This particular figure is a re-creation of John F. Dille, Phillip Francis Nowlan, and Dick Calkins’ Buck from their newspaper strip of the 1930s.
His helmet’s removable, his Atomic Disintegrator (blaster) is die-cast, he’s got a totally sick jetpack, and his clothes are cut from better quality material than almost anything I own. This toy’s the cat’s pajamas, and if you’re a fan of Buck or classic old-school space opera, and you have the means I highly recommend picking one up. It is so choice. (Thanks, Ferris Bueller.)
As a quick aside, allow me a moment to also state my affection for Twiki, robot sidekick to Buck in the 70s. The Mel Blanc-voiced weisenheimer is long overdue a revival in popularity and what with the “everything old is new again” credo running through geekdom these days it is a crime that he’s not been given a new figure. I will not rest until I have a light-up talking Twiki in my grubby mitts once again.