God forsaken zilla...
By Yahoo! Shopping User Sep 29, 2001
"Godzilla", from the same fellas that brought us "ID4", is about as missed an opportunity as one can imagine. Even if you weren't a fan of Big G going in, you knew damn well coming out of the theater that the ball had been dropped.Even the most casua...l observer would agree that the idea of a Godzilla movie without a man in a lizard suit was a pretty cool idea. In this context, Godzilla is the Robert Mitchum of monster movies, a great star better than most of his material. The much ballyhooed "American Godzilla" will do little to change that. For starters, it all goes wrong exactly where it shouldn't - with Godzilla himself (I think it's a him). We are barely allowed a look at him that's not devoid of some sort of trick - rain, buildings, night, fog, etc. Maybe this was meant to "enhance the mood" but the impression I got was that the new Godzilla was so shoddy that the filmmakers wanted him to leap out of frame of be partially hidden by buildings and/or rain. These are exactly the sort of tricks that digital technology was supposed to liberate us from. Take "Jurassic Park" or even the original "King Kong" where the visual effects artists were confident enough to allow us a really good look at their creature. Sadly, even the destruction - a Godzilla movie staple - is disappointing. I don't advocate the mass destruction of public and private property but Godzilla's movement through crowded cities filled to the brim with screaming citizens fleeing for their lives was always catharsis for me. In "Godzilla" we - mankind - do more damage than the monster. If anything, the principles involved are too calm at the prospect of an enormous radioactive iguana moving down though Manhattan. Speaking of the principals, they are nothing more than a stock collection of dependable sci-fi cliches: the once ignored scientist proved right, the blustering general proved wrong, the blonde love interest, the goofy side kick. The only character that seemed fresh was Jean Reno's French Secret Service agent, determined to put out the mess made by his country's nuclear testing (although amazingly, he can't seem to find a decent cup of coffee in all of downtown Manhattan, where the streets are paved with Starbucks). None of this comes together nicely, as the filmmakers rob and steal from the history of science fiction to pan out the thin plot. Looking for an homage to "King Kong"? There's Big G on the Brooklyn Bridge. "Jurassic Park", perhaps? Try hundreds of Baby Godzilla's running though Madison Square Garden. The list is endless. Perhaps it's fitting that the end credits are performed by Chief Thief Puff Daddy himself, lamely rapping over Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" and having the nerve to call it his "own". In the end, "Godzilla" probably says more about America than we would care to admit. The filmmakers have taken what has become a beloved Japanese icon - as recognizable as Mickey Mouse here - and transformed him into nothing more than a soulless marketing exercise designed to sell toys, tshirts, and candy bars. The big guy deserved better. Read more Less
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