What a load of bull Shinto. I'm guessing a lot got lost in translation here. How, for instance, can there be such concern about the bones of the dead if the critter in question—the chap whose birth name is Gojira—is, by the looks of things, very much alive? The conundrum may be the product of cloning, hinted at in a post credits scene, but that doesn’t really satisfy. This is apparently a sequel to another Godzilla movie, one not viewed by me, so perhaps that’s where the confusion comes in. Not that it really matters; these movies are hardly about plot or human actions or motivations so much as they’re about staging free-for-all fights between oversized creatures. This flick does supply the requisite monster mashing, which is good since there’s little else to recommend it. The human characters are dull as dishwater—though this outing is mercifully short on child antics, so a plus there—and the great philosophical theme cited by the movie’s wise old man character seems to have little to do with anything demonstrated in the film. As usual, nine-year-old boys will dig it, but this is hardly a movie that has breakout, crossover potential. Good thing these colossal characters never really die; they always have a chance to come back and do it better next time.
No comments:
Post a Comment