Why Godzilla almost did it for me



I guess I like my monsters served with a little cheese and humor.

First the good stuff. Five cities were wrecked in fine style by well-imagined, well-executed prehistoric beasts. Lots of things blew up. There were some awesome clash of the scaly titans scenes near the end. Godzilla had wonderful sound effects, good graphics, and an exciting 3-D visual experience that made this a fun monster movie.

When I voiced my disappointment with the characters and plot the outcry from my family was, “What did you expect!?” Ok, ok, I get it. I know what Godzilla is supposed to be, but most world-threatened-by-____________(aliens, monsters, nature-gone-wild, military-experiments-gone bad, etc.) films  include some sort of clear, on-going conflict between major human players.

Godzilla was sort of the anti-Pacific Rim, last summer’s soap-meets-monsters blockbuster. Where Pacific Rim went too far, Godzilla didn’t give me enough. Nice round characters with clear goals and motives perform their roles earnestly and seriously. This is probably what you’d want in real life, but I felt like the film needed some human antagonists.

Even when the main antagonist is a monster it helps to have characters dealing with fear or guilt or displaying some hubris or ambition. The closest to conflict Godzilla came was a difference of opinion as to the best way to eradicate the monsters. Admiral Stenz was way too reasonable and professional. Dr. Serizawa (who, by-the-way, should have been close to 70 years old if his father was at Hiroshima) and Vivienne Graham made their recommendations and didn’t put up much of a fight. The young Brody family were all loving, brave and supportive.

The most interesting conflict played mostly off camera with backstory on Joe Brody. Introducing a conspiracy theory then killing off the theorist took away a lot of opportunities for entertainment and conflict. It might have been cheesier, but it would have been more entertaining for me to keep him around. Godzilla rushes through the coverup without giving the conspirators faces, except for Serizawa and Graham who are way too nice; a conspiracy theory needs a General Donald McClintock (Outbreak) or Albert Nimziki (Independence Day).  

Godzilla focuses almost exclusively on military response to the monster problem, which helped its length and focus, but I missed the disaster management piece that is usually part this type of movie. No Theirry Umutoni (World War Z) or Mike Roark (Volcano) to coordinate the response, no President Morgan Freeman agonizing over necessary sacrifices (Deep Impact). Last year’s World War Z used specific characters and scenarios to represent the conflicting complexities federal and local governments, the military, the press, hospitals, etc. might face in dealing with a mega-monstrous disaster. Godzilla included rushed scenes of nameless, faceless players. The best scene related to this was the baller bus driver on the Golden Gate.

The Mutos/Godzilla conflict reminded me of Jurassic Park. The part of the Velociraptors was played by the Mutos while Godzilla performed the T-Rex’s exterminator function. I did love the scene with the Mutos’ egg sac but, I didn’t find the Mutos as interesting as the Velociraptors. Godzilla himself was lots more fun but didn’t get as much screen time as the Mutos. I would have enjoyed seeing more of him.

Finally, having Godzilla tromping through San Francisco’s Chinatown made me long to have Hank Hill pop up and ask “Are you Chinese or Japanese?” Godzilla was originally imagined in Japan as a symbol of nuclear weapons and a metaphor for the United States so there was a certain irony in assigning the nuclear role to the Mutos. Whatever the thinking there, it didn’t matter much. It was still a bitching monster fight.

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