I wish I had a photo of the "wall of faces" guy from Texas artist alleys. I feel like the visual would help explain. But he literally did hundreds, HUNDREDS of the same basic drawing. He had a display 15' high that dwarfed everything else in artist alley of just head after head after head. He'd draw a character, from anything, from the neck up, staring straight into camera, with no real expression and a very simplified style (to the point where most men and women had identical facial structure). And most of the time he didn't even draw the whole head. Drew half and mirrored it for most of them. He talked about how he could grind out like ten to twenty of these a day. He had every character you can imagine in any version you could imagine from anything.
It was the most lifeless, soulless art I've ever seen pre AI, and tabling next to him and talking to him felt like talking to a finance bro. He had no love for any of it. It was intentionally mass-produced slop for a fast buck and he was happy to talk about how that's all it was. And it worked. He raked in money hand over fist. And he spoke in a tone that let you know if you weren't doing the same, if you valued effort, you were a fucking sucker.
Every other artist in his vicinity worked harder on every other piece they'd done and he blew everyone away on sales. Pros and amateurs and anyone in-between. Wasn't even close. This was where I discovered quality is basically meaningless to most fans. If you hit them with enough nostalgia grenades, they will pass up better things, even cheaper ones, just to get the hit.
Funko, even if it isn't exactly the same thing, the way it's pushed and made and looks, it feels the same. The comic store shelves with the infinite stacks of them look the same to me. I admit it's not rational. Don't care, they seem gross to me. I reserve the right to be completely illogical about it.