When I was a kid, I played with dolls (or "Action figures!" as JIMMY NEUTRON's buddy Sheen Estevez would scream). G.I. Joe was there, and Johnny West; Captain Action; whoever I could get my hands on; and I would act out my own story lines. I'd read enough comic books and classic adventure tales (not to mention mythology) and seen more than enough episodes of SUPERMAN and THE LONE RANGER and THE GREEN HORNET and CAPTAIN SCARLET by then to know how to tell my own tales. And I did. When times were tight, I made do by cutting out comic book panels and making my own paper dolls (THOR, SUPERMAN, BATMAN, etc.). What I'm getting at here is this: my drive to tell stories was very strong. Nothing could stop me. Nor was I alone. Years later, on Public Access shows, I would see guys, in their twenties, apparently driven by this selfsame desire, go so far as to videotape themselves literally playing with toy soldiers (whose various voices they provided) (and the "speaker" was literally pointed out as he "spoke"). The makers of STRINGS seem to have had everything they needed to tell a compelling story... and instead chose a clichéd hodgepodge that bored the daylights out of me. Give this one a pass.
