Winning like Mark Corrigan.
The devil (Godzilla) is in the details here. He snarls now. He snorts. He emotes in ways we haven't seen before. And he's scary again.
In my most recent review for the original Gojira, I commented on the ultimate tragedy of the story: yes, the monster's threat is existential, and there may be no question of surviving this crisis without killing the beast...and what does that mean for the nature of life on this planet, or in this universe? And…
Carpenter continues his unofficial apocalypse trilogy with an excellent cocktail of Hammer Gothic atmosphere, Italian horror kills, and his own unmistakable essence.
This was my second viewing of the film. In my first viewing, I was dumbfounded by the length of the opening credits, strained at some of the talk of quantum physics and the nature of reality, and yelled at the screen in the hopes a character would survive a scene in a closet. This time around, the opening…
"D'you know he's one of the richest men in the country? And he got that way selling cheap gags and Halloween masks. Oh God, there's hope for us yet!"
This may be written and directed by Tommy Lee Wallace, but Carpenter's anti-capitalist blood runs gorily through this one. Eat your heart out, Krampus: Dan O'Herlihy is my Anti-Claus.