My plan worked and my
goofy descriptions of the Godzilla films I’ve loved my entire life enticed my
daughter into wanting to see them.
The result of this bit
of sneakiness led me to watch the full spread of twenty-eight classic
appearances of the King of Monsters (plus some bonus ones of his friends, and
his cousin Earl) TWICE in six months.
Ah, the hidden wonders
of parenthood.
I probably should (again)
mention the patience of my wife – who, while she enjoys them, is
extraordinarily glad she only had to sit through them once.
With that much Kaiju
permeating my very soul, I couldn’t very well let the actual November 3rd
Fiftieth Anniversary date get too far past without acknowledgement.
However, I think one
thing everyone involved can agree upon is that I’ve talked FAR too much about
Godzilla this year.
Therefore, here are some
extremely short and general impressions my daughter passed along while joining
me in yet another of my long standing fandoms.