I was obsessed with Pokémon as a kid. Who am I kidding? I’m still obsessed with it. But it came out when I was exactly the right age. I bought the trading cards, bought as many Gameboy games as I was allowed (my parents being in control of my financials at the time), and watched the TV show. I sang the theme song and tried (and failed) to learn the Pokérap. I put a lot of thought into deciding which Pokémon I’d love to own if they were real: pretty sure I stuck on Growlithe in the end, cause I loved dogs, but it probably changed every day. One thing I did know, however, is that Pikachu wasn’t all that. Something I’ve had heated arguments over the years but that’s a different story for a different time. Pikachu is cute, granted, but he’s not the strongest out there. Still, I was embarrassingly excited about Detective Pikachu. Obviously, Ryan Reynolds meets Pokémon? What more could I want? So, yeah, I was excited but, to be honest, I didn’t think it was going to be good. How could it? It looked shit and it didn’t sound like a real film. It was more like a fake YouTube trailer than a real Hollywood trailer.