Devon Sawa, a name that probably triggers a specific childhood memory involving a bus, a fortune teller, and a very unfortunate premonition, has apparently been resurrected from the late '90s and installed as the internet's collective crush.
I had "gas station sushi comeback" ahead of this.
For the uninitiated, Sawa was the guy who died in *Final Destination* before dying was cool.
He was also the human embodiment of a Trapper Keeper in *Casper*, and the voice of the animated hero in *Little Giants*.
Then, like a Tamagotchi you forgot to feed, he just sort of vanished from the cultural conversation.
He did some direct-to-video stuff, popped up in *Nikita* for a minute, and generally existed in the "Hey, it's that guy!" witness protection program.
Apparently, he's been doing a victory lap on social media, and the youths have decided he's "babygirl." I'm not kidding.
Gen Z, who weren't even a glimmer in their parents' Nokia phones when *Idle Hands* came out, have adopted him as some sort of sex symbol.
It's like finding out your dad is suddenly cool because he knows how to use a QR code, except the dad is a 45-year-old man who once got possessed by a demonic hand.
The likely culprit is his recent role in the *Chucky* series, where he played a dad.
Not just any dad—a dad who gets to be funny, unhinged, and weirdly charismatic.
The internet wants a slightly tired-looking dude who can deliver a deadpan line while covered in fake blood.
It's a low bar, but we've all been there.
What's truly fascinating is the whiplash.
Sawa himself seems bewildered by the whole thing, which is the most endearing part.
He's not out here trying to be a thirst trap.
He's just posting normal stuff, looking like a guy who's about to tell you the Wi-Fi password, and the internet is losing its collective mind.
The guy who peaked in 1999 and is now peaking again in 2024 because we're all collectively nostalgic and horny for a simpler time.
We're so exhausted by perfectly curated, crypto-scamming, alpha-male podcast bros that a dude who once starred in a movie about a killer roller coaster is a palate cleanser.
He's the human equivalent of a Lunchable—not fancy, not nutritious, but deeply comforting in a way that makes you question your life choices.
And the internet, being the internet, has decided to build a shrine to him.
He's the new Devon Sawa, which is a category that didn't exist until two months ago.
And honestly, it's a nice break from the usual cycle of "who is the hottest new serial killer on Netflix." Let the man enjoy his resurgence.
He earned it by surviving the '90s, which, if you remember the fashion, was a miracle in itself. **Closing opinion:** Letting the internet adopt a random '90s heartthrob is the most wholesome thing we've done in years.
It's better than another crypto scandal or a celebrity boxing match.
Final Thoughts
He's earned them, even if he has no idea where to put them.