I love monster movies, especially the black and white ones from the late 1940s and 1950s. There’s nothing better than watching irradiated ants grow to monstrous sizes and kill people.
But I’m not a big fan of the monster movies of late. It seems the filmmakers depend too much on special effects Godzilla 2000 or, um, forget there’s supposed to be a plot, like Cloverfield. Even King Kong was horrific, and not in a good way.
So…when the new Godzilla movie came out. I cried a little. I’m sorry those badly dubbed versions are classics and very entertaining. Alas, we had to take my youngest downtown for an all hands on deck Phoenix Comicon meeting and had a couple hours to spare.
There was a theatre just a few blocks away, so hubby and I decided why not. It can’t be as bad as sitting outside in the 107 F heat so we bought our tickets to the 3D version.
I had to wake my hubby up a few times in the beginning. Not a good sign. The story line itself was not bad, but I didn’t really care about the main characters and the twists were predictable (except the Yucca Mountain twist which stopped us from walking out before the movie was halfway through), but what I really hated was that there wasn’t enough monster battles (Why would Godzilla not use his blue fire until late?).
I like destruction. I pay good money for destruction. I enjoyed Pacific Rim because of the monster battles, not the trite storyline. I love Transformers for the battles, not the sniveling characters.
I will pay to watch monster battles.
I might even pay a little more to watch main characters get eaten like Van Zan did in Reign of Fire.