It's 1985, and the world is a mess. The Cold War is brewing, the economy is crumbling, and the only constant is the constant flux of neon lights and synthesizers.
Here's what the critics are saying:
"Masterclass 1985 is a time capsule of excess and ennui. A true representation of a generation lost in a sea of hairspray and Aqua Net."
"The world may be ending, but at least we'll always have the Miami Vice wardrobe to comfort us. A true masterpiece."
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