Casper Kelly recalls the thrill of leafing through the glossy pages of a certain comic that turned cinema into a playground of jokes and deconstruction. The magazine's razor-sharp parodies offered a way to dissect every plot, even the ones he wasn't yet allowed to see, turning forbidden intrigue into a lesson in analysis. Those early afternoons spent tracing the exaggerated caricatures and punchy captions taught him to look beyond surface entertainment, to ask why a story works and where it falters. That habit, forged in the margins of a beloved publication, has become the backbone of his career, where he continues to peel back the layers of pop culture with the same mischievous curiosity that first sparked in his teenage hands.