Godzilla 1985
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 80’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Americans ruin everything. Again.
Godzilla 1985 is the Americanized cut of Return of Godzilla. The latter is one of my favorite Godzilla movies. Compared to the rest of the Heisei series, it’s a little darker, slower, and more narrowly focused. It’s almost meditative at times.
Godzilla 1985 is none of those things.
It is, however, pretty much exactly what you’d expect when you give a subtle, even nuanced (by Goji standards) movie to an American studio to adapt for western audiences during the tail end of the cold war. Gone are pretty much any character moments or even character… traits from most of the original cast. Characters exist solely for exposition and, in any given scene, only the bare minimum of dialog necessary for explaining what is happening remains.
However the movie does add something only America can provide: one Raymond Burr. And he’s almost enough to save this movie from itself. Almost.
Reprising his role from the American cut of the OG Godzilla from 1956, Burr is back, for some reason called in by the US Government to advise on the situation unfolding in Japan. The movie still generally follows the events of the original. Godzilla is back, and heading for Tokyo. And America, despite never being asked, has its nose right in the middle of it.
Why is the American government so on-the-edge-of-their-seat obsessed with monitoring the situation in Japan when it doesn’t actually involve them or pose a threat to any American interest? And why is there literally no one else they can call for context other than one random news reporter who happened to be in Japan thirty years ago? Shh. This is America. We don’t ask questions. Not here, in the land of old white generals who’d rather be on the putting green and spunky underlings spewing quips while sipping on a cool, refreshing Dr. Pepper.
Watching this movie gives me some insight into the American pop culture opinion on Japanese Godzilla movies, especially before our own Monsterverse hit the seen. “Cheesy vapid kids movies featuring men in rubber suits stomping around plywood Tokyo.” Now, the Showa era didn’t always do a lot to challenge that perception, but the if American cuts of these movies are the only things most people were familiar with, its no wonder they have only a surface level understanding and appreciation of the series. We’ve filtered out any theme, thought, or heart from movies that are routinely about even bigger ideas than giant irradiated badass lizards.
Godzilla 1985 strips every bit of character and discussion of deeper themes from this movie. Every “idea” the original had is gone. The result is, somewhat ironically, that the only source of any kind of depth of thought comes from Raymond Burr himself. He seems to be the only American involved with this movie with any kind of respect and understanding for the source material and for Godzilla himself:
Nature has a way, sometimes, of reminding Man of just how small he is. She occasionally throws up the terrible offsprings of our pride and carelessness… to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake, or a Godzilla. The reckless ambitions of Man are often dwarfed by their dangerous consequences. For now, Godzilla - that strangely innocent and tragic monster - has gone to earth. Whether he returns or not, or is never again seen by human eyes, the things he has taught us… remain.
I mean that line would not be out of place in a Japanese Godzilla movie. And Raymond freakin' Burr delivers it with the gravitas that Gojira-san truly deserves. Its a shame then that the above quote accounts for like 50% of Burr’s screen time in the entire movie.
With as much as they cut of the original, I figured they must be adding a lot of Burr-centric scenes! But no, he’s barely in the movie, as underused as any of the original cast. The American cut is shorter just for being shorter’s sake. Which, all things considered, was maybe for the best.
I said that this movie largely follows the plot of the original, but that’s actually not true, in that the original was as much about the Prime Minister of Japan navigating the internal and external politics of Godzilla’s reappearance, as it is about Godzilla’s building-stomping, atomic-breath-blasting return. In the Japanese version, while the government is deciding whether or not to reveal that they believe Goji is back, he sinks a Soviet sub. The Russians assume the Americans are responsible for this, and so to avoid an international conflict, Japan’s hand is forced, and they go public with the news that Godzilla is back and sunk the sub. Immediately the Russians and the Americans send their ambassadors to the Prime Minister to demand they each be allowed to use nukes (on Japanese soil!) to solve the problem.
The Prime Minister and his crew pretty quickly realize that both the USA and USSR actually just want to use this as an excuse to play with some of their new nuclear toys in someone else’s backyard, and so they shut that shit down and say no, you cannot bomb our country to stop Godzilla from destroying our country. The ambassadors pout and go home.
We then meet a Russian official, whose job is to shut down the nuclear control boat that the Russians secretly set up in Tokyo harbor. He is bound by his duty to honor the Japanese government’s wishes, but as he’s trying to power down the targeting computer, Godzilla attacks the harbor and boat is damaged, triggering a launch. Injured, the Russian official does everything he can to complete his mission, and eventually uses his dying breath to try and stop the launch - but is ultimately unsuccessful.
Except that’s not at all what happens in the American version. The USA and USSR are still shut down by the Prime Minister in this one, but when we see the Russian control boat, the English subtitles of Russian dialog tell us that the Russian official is all like, Well too bad, I’m launching the space nuke anyway because fuck you, that’s why. This time, as Godzilla is attacking, he’s all, MOTHERLAND! and uses his dying breath to intentionally fire ze missile.
(And: they don’t even change the Russian language lines! Just the subtitles! So if you actually knew Russian watching this movie, you’d be like, WTF, mate? But of course no red-blooded American would be as unpatriotic to ever know Russian!)
In both versions, the Japanese Prime Minster asks the Americans if they can intercept the missile, but in the American version this comes across as the Westerners sweeping in to save the day, while in the original it was much more of a commentary that the evils and dangers of nuclear weaponry are perhaps necessary or at least unavoidable in this era.
So yeah, Godzilla 1985 was a trip. It’s a shining example of the time period and politics in which it was made. It’s also a bastardization of a great movie, made almost bearable by silver fox Raymond Burr being his Raymond Burr-iest.
That’s okay. I’m sure the next attempt the Americans make on ol' Goji will be better, right?
It is a truth universally acknowledged that any wrestler whose name you might recognize, their Wikipedia page includes the phrase, “…is recognized as one of the greatest professional wrestlers of all time.”
Never do I feel more like a moth being drawn to the fatal flame than when I walk into the supermarket and they are cooking fresh fried chicken…
Naively optimistic that I’ll actually end up making the most of this day off. So far so good, but this is America Day, which means, in that spirit, it is not too late for things to go horribly, horribly awry…
Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past
I find myself retreating to the past.
Is it retreat?
In some ways, it is an entirely natural progression. For the last few years, I’ve felt myself becoming increasingly disconnected with the broad, forward momentum of pop culture. I find myself caring less about new movies, TV shows, books, video games. And I find myself caring even less about Caring About those things. With gaming specifically, early last year I realized that I would rather have Playing Video Games be my hobby than Following The Gaming Industry. My own collection has grown so much, coupled with my own executive functional failures in actually engaging with my hobbies and playing games, that I don’t actually want more games. I desperately want to connect with what I have around me, that I’ve been piling up - hoarding really - for some future imagined day. Well, that day is here.
And that sentiment rapidly expanded beyond games; I have so many books I’ve never read, movies I’ve never watched. And then of course there are the movies/books/games etc. that I have engaged with that were so meaningful that I want to engage with them again. Ain’t nobody got time for that! Because I realized I had become fixated on acquisition and curation, and I lost the ability to play, read, engage and enjoy all the amazing art I worked so hard to stockpile.
But where I am at right now is about more than just making a concerted effort to do things. I seem to have landed in 1985. And 1999. And 1972.
I’m in 1985 via Project ‘85, a meticulously plotted course I’ve devised through classic WWF content starting roughly around the first Wrestlemania and working its way through the mid 80’s. I’m in 1999 via my music library where I’ve been re-engaging with the most formative music from my youth… which has also deposited me in 1972 with Jethro Tull where I am working my way through their catalog with a new appreciation. You ever listen to your favorite music so much that you kind of become numb to it for a while? That happened with me and Tull, and I didn’t listen to them at much all for the last few years. Its been long enough now that I can re-approach them with fresh ears and from a new phase in life. And yet I feel like a kid again, spread out on the living room floor with my dad’s record collection, reading the lyrics on the record sleeves and losing myself in the album artwork.
And that’s the goal of all of this, really - to engage with my passions like I did as a kid. With unreserved abandon. With my whole heart. Without having a plan. Without managing a list or a schedule. My entire adult life, to some degree, I’ve struggled to just do the things I want to do. But I didn’t struggle like that as a kid. I just… did things. Oh, I totally had ADHD as a kid - I realize all the time the ways it manifested when I was young that I (and the adults around me) never noticed - but it didn’t keep me from doing the things that brought me joy like it does now. Now, I tie myself in knots because I can’t seem to finish any video game I start; when I was a kid, I didn’t know you could finish a game. They ended? I was shocked when I learned that. I just… played them. And that was enough. It wasn’t just enough, it was the point.
I’m trying to play again. I’m trying to approach the things I love with the full yet unencumbered heart of a child and divorce myself from all the baggage around everything that this modern age has bestowed upon us. And it’s working.
Cautiously Optimistic
There have been various times when reading books was the most important activity in my life. And there have certainly been times when it is the most common one. But for the last few years I’ve struggled to finish any book I’ve started - and I haven’t even started that many.
In fact I’ve struggled to do a lot of the things that are important to me in the recent years. Hobbies, interests, creative expression. Oh sure I’ll do things, fun things even, things I like! But never in any sort of consistent manner, never making progress on longer projects, and never feeling like I was engaged in a practice, a habit - instead: just random fits and starts and then fizzle-out. Since I got married and moved in with my partner in 2019, it’s like every routine I had in my life dissolved and never reformed. The pandemic clearly didn’t help. Neither did getting diagnosed with ADHD right before the pandemic started.
Yeah that ADHD thing, it probably hasn’t been helping the whole time, huh?
But that’s not what this is about. Whining about how my executives refuse to function, and I can’t seem to do any of the silly things that are meaningful to me? What is this, my journals??
Nah nah. I am here to say that I have started a book I really enjoy and I intend to finish it. And most unlikely of all, I actually think I might. Now, full disclosure, I am 50+ pages into a 480ish-page book, so there is still plenty of time for this to go off the rails and join the other books I’ve abandoned over the last few years. But I don’t think it will. Because this isn’t happening in a vacuum. This isn’t a random spurt of energy I’m desperately trying to coax into Inspiration or Consistency.
I’ve actually just been putting the time in. Learning what works for me, and what doesn’t. Trying to stop holding myself up to what I “should” be doing, and instead focusing on what I actually think I might be able to do. I’ve spent years learning what doesn’t work for me. And yet every time the wheel turns, I deploy the same assortment of tactics that failed me the last go ‘round.
Lately though, it’s been different, and I’m getting things done. Important, meaningful things like playing video games and watching wrestling. You may think I’m kidding but when you are lying in bed at night recapping your day, what gave it meaning? Was it work? Facebook? An out-of-balance checkbook? Our passions are the only thing we can count on, now and forever. I am finally finding a way to fashion my passions into a bulwark against the coming/already-here storm. My fortress is lined with comic books and patrolled by professional wrestlers. My cats and partner are here with me and the reading light is good. That’s good enough for me.
There’s more work to be done. There’s always more work to be done. But at least I am building on something, instead of cleaning the debris and starting from scratch again. I’ll take it.
Onward.
Each day feels better than the last. My head is clearing. I don’t mind the gray skies, its the haze that’s so debilitating…
Did not expect this to become a solely Godzilla blog, but I also didn’t expect my dad to get cancer, so work on everything else that wasn’t already queued up has understandably ground to a halt…
But you know what is a good balm for turbulent and unpredictable times? That’s right, watching more Godzilla movies. And reviewing them apparently. More Goji content incoming until I can find the headspace to thoughtfully and creatively engage with my complicated feelings on family and mortality.
So… just expect a lot of Godzilla for a while, okay?
Godzilla vs Biollante (1984)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 80’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Godzilla fights a giant plant monster. Again.(!!!)
This and Return of Godzilla could almost be a mini-series unto themselves. Not just because this one picks up moments after the end of the last one, but because they both share a certain “feel” that is hard to describe but lands very well for me.
This is another dark, somber Godzilla movie. As dark and somber as a movie with a giant plant monster, international assassins, psychics, and rogue American biotech companies can be, anyway. This movie is not as “small” as the last one, but still feels more focused and deliberate than the rest of the Heisei series.
Biollante herself has a very unique (for a Kaiju) backstory, though I wish they would have done a little more with the “soul of my dead daughter in the monster” thing. Biollante’s origins are interesting, but her actions and role in the narrative don’t do enough with the concept. It would have been very interesting to see a creature torn between her human soul and her monstrous cells. This is hinted at, but I wanted more.
The human characters here are all great. The scientist father, Genichiro Shiragami, was a different kind of “jaded scholar”, and while not outright villainous, was certainly flawed in interesting ways. The two government agents, Sho Kuroki and Goro Gondo, were particularly enjoyable, and added a kind of “buddy cop” vibe to the movie which largely worked. I really like Gondo and can totally see him and Yuki from vs SpaceGodzilla as brothers, making that addition to vs SpaceGodzilla pay even more dividends in retrospect. (And now I want to write fan fiction about their earlier adventures as bros…)
We also meet Miki for the first time in this one, and while she doesn’t have the most depth of character, I liked seeing her at the start of her journey as a student, knowing how she’ll grow and change and become a teacher and advocate herself.
This movie does have some of the worst English acting I’ve ever seen in a Godzilla movie - not the dub, but the non-Japanese actors playing American characters and speaking English just utterly suck.
The final confrontation between Godzilla and Biollante was particularly enjoyable. Biollante’s final form was great, the battle was intense, and while the anti-nuclear bacteria plot that got us to that point was a little convoluted, I liked how the all the different plot threads came together to be resolved through some hot kaiju-on-kaiju action.
This one is hard to find, but worth watching any way you can.
Rating: 4/5
Watched: 21 March 2024
Okay, (deep breath) NOW onto the Americans…
Return of Godzilla (1984)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 80’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Godzilla is back, baby! Again.
Godzilla is back again for the first time and everyone is freaking out. This is a very good Godzilla movie. Watching it at the end of the Heisei series is interesting, because while it very deliberately takes a more serious approach than the late-Showa movies, it also has the same effect when compared to the rest of the Heisei series. That’s not to say that the Heisei series gets even a fraction as ridiculous as the older movies, but no matter where you slice it or where it falls one’s Godzilla viewing chronology, this is a serious, somber, and in some ways smaller movie than most others, and all of those things work very well in this context.
It’s weird calling a Godzilla move “small” and weirder still meaning it as a compliment. But this movie, while having very high stakes is still tightly focused and zeroes-in on very specific moments and interactions. On the monster front, one of the most striking scenes was Godzilla destroying the nuclear plant. Not a whole city, or an entire army of troops and vehicles, but one compound. We see the whole razing from beginning to end, and it really conveys the terror and destruction of Godzilla. He doesn’t need a whole country to destroy to feel like an unstoppable, god-like force.
One the human side, we spend a lot of time on the geopolitical drama of Godzilla’s impending return. I loved all the scenes with the prime minister trying to navigate an impossible situation made more complicated by the Americans and Soviets waving their nuclear dicks around. These scenes work because they are “small”. The prime minister conveys so much just by listening to everything going on around him, taking it all in while holding up to the massive stakes around him. It takes the Godzilla movie trope of the bureaucratic response to Godzilla and grounds it and nails it.
The rest of the human characters aren’t bad either. I wish we could have got a little more of a romantic relationship developed between Naoko Okumura and the reporter, Goro Maki. As is my custom, I loved the older, slightly jaded scientist character, Dr. Hayashida most of all.
Godzilla feels appropriately menacing in this one, but the suit itself is a little stiff and eyes don’t quite work. But the overall silhouette is great; this suit sets the new template. By the next film, they’ve addressed the minor issues I mentioned and we have one of the best and most consistent designs for Godzilla that is then used for the rest of the Heisei movies.
Also, there is just something about the look of this one (and vs Biollante) that none of the other Heisei movies quite ever capture. I can’t describe it very well, but it’s a graininess or filter or something that I just really, really like in those two movies and that none of the other movies seem to have.
A great re-introduction to Godzilla, and a good time no matter where it falls in your viewing chronology.
Rating: 3+/5
Watched: 12 March 2024
Godzilla vs Destoroyah (1995)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 90’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Godzilla dies. Again.
Following more or less the format of vs Mechagodzilla, this one gets right into the action and the story. The opening scene is the best of the series: welcome to the movie, Godzilla is here and he’s on fire and pissed. The whole meltdown Godzilla look is great and the big guy seems to be both enraged and suffering here and it works.
Every aspect of this movie works and works well together. The humans aren’t the most engaging of the series, but they get the job done and I like the connection to the original movie and characters. Godzilla Jr. is un-chibi-fied and his role in this story feels much more like a direct continuation of the character’s “arc” from vs Mechagodzilla. In fact, in a lot of ways this movie feels like the direct sequel to vs Mechagodzilla that “could have been.” vs SpaceGodzilla (the movie) could be erased from the series and the two around it would flow very well into one another. (But I would be sad.)
Destoroyah is not my favorite enemy kaiju but it is up there. My only problem is not so much with the look but with how stiff he/they are in some scenes. The human-sized, earlier forms are a great design and, when the director takes advantage of horror movie-style framing and cinematography, the lack of movement is hidden well. But sometimes in wide shots they are just suits on wheels and it takes you out of the moment. Similarly, the “perfect form” looks amazing but its massive size doesn’t always come off as imposing and godlike but instead bulky and stiff. Still, I always love seeing a baddie tower above Godzilla.
The ending fight is great and the effect of Godzilla’s death is haunting, and has an amazing score accompanying it. I love how Junior is resurrected and takes on the mantle. Tokyo is destroyed and saved all at once by Godzilla and his legacy, and I think that was an incredibly appropriate way to end this movie and this series.
One of the best Godzilla movies, in the series and the franchise.
Rating: 4/5
Watched: 5 March 2024
Godzilla vs SpaceGodzilla (1994)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 90’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Godzilla fights an evil monster from space. Again.
Okay, so this one is clearly filler, and okay, it doesn’t hold up as well, coming after vs Mechagodzilla - but I love this movie, warts and all. And it has warts. Godzilla cells getting sucked through a black hole and undergoing “rapid evolution”? The random, utterly pointless Yakuza side plot? Chibi Baby Godzilla? I don’t care, I love it all even when it doesn’t work. And SpaceGodzilla himself, while nonsensical even for a kaiju, still looks rad as hell and the crystal motif is interesting and unique. I particularly like the way it transforms the landscape and creates a larger arena for the final battle.
Another reason I like this one so much are the human characters, particularly Yuki. He’s so strangely captivating with his droopy-eyed, apathetic badassery. “I love you, Yuki.” “Fill my lighter for me.” Ugh, it’s trash and I love it. Also Miki continues to evolve and have a role in the plot, and seems to have changed as a person since the events of the last movie…and then: ROMANCE??
This movie doesn’t need to be anything more than giant monster fun and a little human drama and it delivers on both, but doesn’t really do anything that is new or better than previous entries. That’s okay. I have an unusual fondness for this movie and that’s enough for me.
Rating: 3+/5
Watched: 1 March 2024
Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla II (1993)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 90’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Godzilla fights a giant robot shaped like him. Again.
Now THIS is what I’m talking about. Just a simple sci-fi action flick that also ends up having a lot of heart. I love pretty much everything about this one. Even Rodan! That bastard actually ends up being a bro in this one!
What’s not to like? Mechagodzilla is legit cool looking and intimidating. Baby Godzilla is cute and expressive. The humans are pretty interesting, if not the most well-developed the series has seen. And so much Godzilla screen time! Apparently, this is the most he’s been on screen in the whole series, and it shows.
The monsters really steal the show here, and actually have pretty developed and interesting motivations. Is Rodan stealing eggs or protecting his “step brother”? I was actually invested in figuring this out, and I usually hate that guy. Godzilla has a pretty clear motivation and once his through-line has concluded, he just walks away in the end. The humans don’t win, but things actually resolve.
The movie is paced well and doesn’t waste any time getting into cool looking sci-fi monster mayhem. Baby Godzilla, which shouldn’t work at all, totally steals the show and never gets too cutesie or annoying. And Miki the psychic actually has things to do!
This is a good one and it will be hard to beat as my favorite of the Heisei era. Can CrystalShoulderPadsZilla do it? We’ll see!
Rating: 4+/5
Watched: 28 February 2024
Godzilla and Mothra: Battle for Earth (1992)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 90’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: Mothra upstages Godzilla. Again.
Whereas Godzilla vs King Ghidorah tried to do a lot, this one tries to do one thing and does it over and over and over: remind us humans that we are ruining the earth. Godzilla movies are not known for their subtlety but this one was so heavy handed with the environmental message - which itself is never more nuanced than, “We’re doing bad things and we should stop” - that it becomes annoying and boring. It doesn’t help we have some pretty forgettable human characters, and frankly, even Godzilla himself doesn’t have much to do in this one. Apparently this was originally a Mothra movie script that they adapted into a Godzilla movie, and it really shows. Godzilla has so little bearing on the plot that it wouldn’t be hard to imagine a version of this without him all together. That’s a problem for a, ya know, Godzilla movie.
So many of the human characters are just here to say the same ham-fisted environmental message over and over. The two leads, Takuya and his ex-wife Masako, could have been interesting with their reconciliation plot, but instead their plot is just kind of boring. Not to mention the fact that Takuya makes such an out-of-nowhere decision that seems totally counter to what little character development he had: namely stealing and trying to sell the Cosmos. It makes no sense! And it’s completely unnecessary! The Cosmos have already been stolen by someone else, motivating Mothra’s attack! There is literally no reason for him to do this; they could have reconciled him with his family in any number of other, more sensical ways.
Also, while I love Mothra, I always get bored when she spends half a movie as a caterpillar. Mothra as a moth always looks so rad. Who actually is interested in seeing a pink slug for half the movie? Give us the Queen of the Monsters at her most regal!
One high point though was the score, especially the Mothra themes. Also Battra is generally a pretty cool design, even in Metapod caterpillar form. The undersea battle between him and Godzilla was exciting and felt different. Also, I really like the actor playing Ando, mainly because he’s one of my favorite human character in the franchise, playing the dad, Yuji Shinoda, in Godzilla 2000.
Overall, a pretty mediocre, borderline forgettable Godzilla movie.
Rating: 2+/5
Watched: 27 February 2024
Godzilla vs King Ghidorah (1991)
Part of my series of reviews of the Heisei era Godzilla movies. Spoilers within, but we’re talking 90’s Godzilla movies here.
Spoiler alert: White people ruin everything. Again.
This movie tried to do a lot, and while I’m not sure how much it succeeded in most of it, I can’t deny it was enjoyable and engaging.
The plot is overly-complicated, and the time travel doesn’t even hold up to most pop-culture time travel logical standards. The movie really wants to say something about Japan’s complicated relationship with 1) Godzilla, 2) the West, 3) Nuclear power; and while it does indeed Say Things about all of that… I’m not sure exactly what points it’s actually trying to make. But it sure is fun to go along for the ride.
There are a few different ways to structure these kinds of movies, and this one goes for First Half: Characters and Story, Second Half: Monster Mayhem. I personally prefer the structure where the monsters are introduced from the beginning and their presence builds gradually throughout the movie until they dominate the narrative by the end, but in this case, the first-half sci-fi plot is entertaining, if convoluted. And I get why they wanted the first time you see Godzilla in the movie to be his pre-kaiju, dinosaur form. But this one goes in the file of “Godzilla Movies That Could Have Used More Godzilla” (see also, the first Monsterverse Godzilla, and Minus One).
There are a lot of engaging characters in this movie, but none of them are very deep or realized. For some reason the creepy white people entertained me to no end, and the idea of the villains from the future (and from the past) all being weird looking white dudes I believe was intentional and related to the above-mentioned attempts at Saying Things. But man, they were creepy and campy and fun to watch.
Also, that Steven Spielberg joke tried WAY too hard.
A fun movie I would watch again, though it won’t make any more sense next time, I’m sure.
Rating: 3+/5
Watched: 26 February 2024
Just scheduled a bunch of Godzilla movie reviews to post here over the next few weeks. Now, the real challenge is trying to remember to make other posts in between those, lest this just turn into a Godzilla review blog… (Though there are worse fates than that…!)