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Monday, 1 August 2016

Godzilla vs. Hedorah (1971)

The eleventh Godzilla movie teaches us in no uncertain terms that polluting the environment is bad. It's dangerous and if left unchecked could develop into a towering smog monster that hurls goop in our general direction.
In truth, it's arguably more upsetting than that. The poison gas that Hedorah exudes kills a lot of people; even if you're innocent, all it takes is being in an area when Hedorah flies overhead and you're boned.
If it wasn't so weird in other ways the story would be frightening in what in alludes to. Weird how? How about a kaij┼ź toking on smokestacks? Or animated public information style films that are as creepy as they are funny? (Actually, I loved those.) It's not a good film, but it's definitely an unusual one.
Oh, and that thing that happened near the end when Godzilla used atomic breath? It didn't happen as far as I'm concerned. I refuse to accept it.

2 fish masks out of 5

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