Godzilla (1998)
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In your cinematic life, there are only a few memories that you hold dear to your heart. There is the first time you ever watch a film in a cinema (Hook,) the first film that made an impact on you (Silence of the Lambs) and the first film you watched without your parents in cinema. You know, the one that made you feel so adult as you wormed your way into the screens with your two best friends, giddy at the prospect that you may watch things beyond your little eyes. Unfortunately, for me, that film was Godzilla. Back in 1998, when the tiny town of Daventry had a cinema (it is now the worst club in history) me and two friends for a birthday went to see Godzilla.
For a while, I upheld it as entertaining as it can get, especially for a nine year old. I recently re-watched in in the up-run for the Godzilla and I realised how naïve I was because it was just terrible. But, god help me, I still love it.
Godzilla 1998 stars Matthew Broderick, Jean Reno, Hank Azaria and a collection of wannabe nineties stars who have probably now been delegated to television shows and soaps. Based on a 1954 Chinese movie of the same name, Godzilla tells the story of a giant lizard beast that is found in the South Pacific. Not content with wrecking lives in and around that area, the nicknamed “Godzilla” creature heads to New York to rack up some damages. It is up to a Ferris Bueller, his ex-girlfriend Sneaky Journalist and a Witty Sidekick become the only people who can save the city.
Why is it Bad?
Smash smash smash smash. That is all Godzilla is about. Smashing things, guns, explosions and oooh a big scary monster! There is literally no time to relate to the characters or feel anything about their plight. Not that we like them in the moments we do get “human interest” because the acting is so heinously over the top that we want a giant foot to slam them into pulps. It’s like all the directors cared about was destroying New York, which they do in great force (I’ll give them that) but at the cost of its thinly written script, it’s terrible acting and a story as massively dull as the monster itself. In the end, you don’t care.
Why is it Good?
It isn’t. It is truly astonishingly terrible. The special effects are pretty cool (for a nineties movie) but it is so bland that they have wasted the skills of hard working technicians. Maybe I am really hell bent on my nostalgia that I am urging you to all watch it. Memories and my nine year old heart wrapped around that darkened room in awe that I was watching a film without supervision. So yes, I am sat here calling it a stale treat without any kind of sweetness lingering on the tongue. It’s the last remaining biscuit that you forgot about a month ago.
In the impending days to Godzilla starring Bryan Cranston and Aaron Taylor-Johnson, we’ll look back at every version and continentally forget that this happen. Like the bad sheep of a family in reunions, I’ll brush over every single flaw and ruffle the hair going nawwwwwh. But it is absolutely horrendous.
Oh
OH WAIT,
The sound track is fucking ace!
Look, I found something!
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