|This post needs more Asian dudes in peril.|
November 17, 2011
took the apathetic route to comfort via Escape from New York, but this week I felt the need to watch something a little more happy-go-lucky. And while fans of a certain monster who's occasionally known as "Big G" might think I'm crazy, I can't stop myself from admitting that I take crazy amounts of comfort in the adventures of Minilla/Minya, the Son of Godzilla.
So yeah, maybe I'm not the best G-Fan. I know that this version of Godzilla looks like a bad puppet version of the original with creepy wonky eyes, and I know that the battles in this film lack a lot of the swagger of other kaiju films. But this G-rated introduction to the softer side of Godzilla remains something that makes me smile constantly, and I stand proud of my unwavering enjoyment of Minilla's adventures in catching weird fruits that are thrown up to 100 yards in the air by an island lady. Son of Godzilla rocks my socks, and I'm OK with that.