Post by bullmikey on Sept 8, 2014 9:18:54 GMT -5
…dumb, terrible, insulating; maybe just plain bad.
You know the guy in the not too convincing monster suit rampaging through an HO scale Tokyo and melting little plastic tanks and jet fighters. I know it’s dumb, but it was good clean dumb fun, and I still have fond memories of those B flicks, at least until they brought in the whole Monster Island thing and started to get really lame. Anyway, it was a simple formula and guaranteed to entertain a goofy kid of my generation.
Now you wouldn’t think Hollywood would be capable of screwing-up such a simple concept, right? Well, think again. Not only are the arts and farts geniuses capable, they’ve managed to do it twice. And this latest resurrection of our spikey-backed little buddy is even worse than its predecessor, and its predecessor had Matthew Broderick’s emailed in performance, as well as bad writing and a totally un-Godzilla-looking Godzilla to stink it up.
The most remarkable thing about the newest Godzilla flick is just how little you get to see of the creature it is named for. For the first hour and half of what amounts to a really badly written, implausibly plotted, poorly acted movie, you get about 15 seconds worth of the big guy, usually quick cut into some so-so CGI settings, at night, with only a glimpse here and there. When you finally see the monster, it’s mostly at night, so you don’t see him all that well. They pretty much reduced Godzilla to a minor supporting player in his own movie.
Well, maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m just too old to change and get with the new style of movie-making. But it seems that all Hollywood makes these days is boring crap, with lots of explosions, special effects, and crowds of over-emoting characters.
Anyway, I give the new Godzilla flick all thumbs and big toes down. I’d rather spend the time with the guy in the monster suit stepping on the plastic houses.
You know the guy in the not too convincing monster suit rampaging through an HO scale Tokyo and melting little plastic tanks and jet fighters. I know it’s dumb, but it was good clean dumb fun, and I still have fond memories of those B flicks, at least until they brought in the whole Monster Island thing and started to get really lame. Anyway, it was a simple formula and guaranteed to entertain a goofy kid of my generation.
Now you wouldn’t think Hollywood would be capable of screwing-up such a simple concept, right? Well, think again. Not only are the arts and farts geniuses capable, they’ve managed to do it twice. And this latest resurrection of our spikey-backed little buddy is even worse than its predecessor, and its predecessor had Matthew Broderick’s emailed in performance, as well as bad writing and a totally un-Godzilla-looking Godzilla to stink it up.
The most remarkable thing about the newest Godzilla flick is just how little you get to see of the creature it is named for. For the first hour and half of what amounts to a really badly written, implausibly plotted, poorly acted movie, you get about 15 seconds worth of the big guy, usually quick cut into some so-so CGI settings, at night, with only a glimpse here and there. When you finally see the monster, it’s mostly at night, so you don’t see him all that well. They pretty much reduced Godzilla to a minor supporting player in his own movie.
Well, maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m just too old to change and get with the new style of movie-making. But it seems that all Hollywood makes these days is boring crap, with lots of explosions, special effects, and crowds of over-emoting characters.
Anyway, I give the new Godzilla flick all thumbs and big toes down. I’d rather spend the time with the guy in the monster suit stepping on the plastic houses.