Director Kevin Lewis and writer G.O. Parsons have discovered time-travel without physical displacement. And the best part about their shortcut is you don’t need a modified DeLorean or an ‘80s phone booth to break the space-time continuum.
Instead, all you have to do is watch the new horror-comedy, “Willy’s Wonderland.” Suddenly, you’re transported back to the days of being a young teen, sitting in your room thinking up the craziest ideas for movies while destroying bags of Cheetos and mainlining Super Gulps (well, if you’re a child of the ’80s anyhow). There’s really no other way to explain the temporal shifting experience that the bonkers, campy, and Jolt Cola-injecting “Willy’s Wonderland” provides.