In a Nutshell. Mini reviews of movies old and new. No fuss. No spoilers. And often no sleep.

Saturday, 5 July 2014

Son of Godzilla (1967)

The eighth Godzilla movie starts out dramatically enough, showing the giant creature wading through the ocean like it’s a shallow pool (because it is), but the music that follows soon after shatters the drama. By the time the son appears on the scene all hope for a turnaround is lost. The child toddles shakily and falls on his ass for laughs. It’s woeful.
The subtitles referred to Godzilla as “he” more than once. I don’t know if it was translation laziness or not. Who was the mother? And how in hell did she squeeze that giant egg out of her vagilla?

1½ bugs in the bush out of 5

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