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My Sex Life
My Sex Life (1996)
2 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

"I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life" is a song reference that doesn't really fit here, because I think we can agree that this type of life is not really one to meddle with. If nothing else makes me disinterested about this guy's sex life, it's this film's runtime, because if this film is going to be as long as it is, then it better be covering Mathieu Amalric's Paul Dedalus character's entire life or something, because, you know, that would be so much less dull. No, this film is able to keep things going just fine throughout its course, but goodness' sake, I don't really understanding why this has to be just shy of three hours. Yeah, I was hoping that this argument better be a really momentous one, and I knew that it had to be a big one, because apparently the members of the main couple in this film have been trying to get rid of each other for about ten years, or at least that's what the synopsis and, well, this film tell me. Hey, I'm still dubious that this couple has been around for ten years, because this film plops us right in the middle of this relationship and runs about eleven years. Jokes aside, the French sure know how to experiment when it comes to cinematic storytelling, or at least Arnaud Desplechin does, because the Frenchman is not particularly known for making brief affairs, so it's really saying something that this film about affairs is his longest film. I guess it's only fitting that this film be pretty good then, and yet, while this film is thankfully three hours reasonably well spent, its title isn't its only somewhat awkward aspect.

Needless to say, this character study has more than enough time to flesh out its human-driven story, and yet, there are still lapses in full expository depth, and such moments render certain character undercooked enough for you to meditate upon their conventionalism as character types who may be generally pretty engaging, but stand to be more unique, rather than blandly familiar. Yeah, I'm going on a bit of a stretch by criticizing this film as underdeveloped, because it is pretty well-rounded on the whole, it's just that several characters are too familiar for their own good, and too undercooked in some ways for their conventionalism to be obscured by additional flesh-out, thus creating some light blows to engagement value that are, of course, quickly forgotten when engagement value takes heavier blows from such issues as atmospheric dry spells that bland things up for a few moments in this film that has plenty of moments to bland up. The film is very rarely, if ever truly dull, and is actually pretty entertaining more often than not, - as well it should be, given it's runtime - but there are more than a few dry spells, and their quantity would undoubtedly be reduced if it wasn't for this film's more expected issue, which is emphasized further by the aforementioned moments in which a generally steady clip lapses. At 178 minutes, just shy of three hours, this slice-of-life character study is "way too long", obviously with enough material to get by, but hardly as truly tight, due to excess material, as well as filler that gets so excessive that, before too long, it bonds with the narrative and comes off as aimless material. Needless to say, when filler dominates the narrative, all of the minimalism in this film's story concept goes emphasized, and the final product slips into several aimless spells, or at least repetition, which never settles steam to underwhelming state, but retards momentum nonetheless. There's something warmly inviting about this film in a lot of areas, and if these areas were more played up, the final product might have stood a chance of being unexpectedly strong, but in the end, as rewarding as this film is, there's too much that's familiar, or slow, or overblown about this epic-length non-epic of a conceptually thin character piece for engagement value to be all that firmly secured. That all being said, the point is that this film is indeed rewarding, in spite of its shortcomings, which are impossible to deny, but find a formidable challenge in shaking this film's enjoyment value, which stands secure, even when it comes to the soundtrack.

Being that there are plenty of dry spells in this film, there are, of course, plenty of moments of quietness, or at least moments where liveliness has to be kept alive by sharp dialogue, rather than musical soul, but when played up, this film's primarily classical soundtrack and Krishna Levy's original score tastefully fit and color up entertainment value, if not moments of dynamicity in tone that would have succumb to the repetition that claims quite a few areas in storytelling were it not for playfulness in music. The film's musical touches boast a lively artistry that is worth waiting for through all of the quieter spells, which are still accompanied by another, more recurring artistic touch, which is, of course, of a photographic nature, as cinematographers Stéphane Fontaine, Eric Gautier and Dominique Perrier-Royer deliver on their own distinct types of style, but at least keeping consistent in handsomely warm coloring that may not be downright stunning, but is very inviting as a recurring compliment to each one of this film's visual styles. If nothing else, this film is tastefully done, with a generally fine musical ear and a consistently sharp visual style, and such aesthetic value does a fair bit to drive this film's liveliness, but when it's all said and done, a film this simultaneously minimalist and overblown needs to deliver on effective substance if it stands a chance of rewarding. In concept, this film's story of making serious life decisions and changes in order to find a path], if a bit familiar, but taken on its own, it cannot sustain a three-hour runtime, and Arnaud Desplechin, realizing this, does all he can to bring compellingness to the execution of a worthy concept, putting together a script with Emmanuel Bourdieu that delivers on both clever dialogue (or at least I think it might be clever) and a well-rounded piece of characterization for every familiar or undercooked one, while individually turning in a directorial performance that keeps entertainment value generally adequate with a lively atmosphere, whose more restrained spots are still with there share of moments that breathe essence into what dramatic depth this film has. There's not too much dramatic weight to this film, but this is still a conceptually very human story that Desplechin may flesh out too much in a lot of places, and not really flesh out enough in a few other places, but generally takes plenty of time meditating upon, to where you get a genuine sense of progression and development in this character piece are further sold on you by the portrayers of the characters who drive this opus. Featuring dramatic character shifts that are more like processes than breakthroughs, this film doesn't offer terribly strong acting material, yet every member of this hefty cast of mostly pretty talents (Marion Cotillard has a [*cough*top*cough*less*cough*] cameo, that's how pretty these female cast members are) has his or her own kind of distinct charisma that commands your attention, while the occasional subtle dramatic note helps in reinforcing human depths within this layered character piece. In terms of quantity, there's aren't a whole lot strengths to this film, as surely as there aren't a whole lot of flaws, but there still more strengths than flows, and they sure do count, gracing this film with inviting warmth, charm and compellingness that prove to be considerable enough to power the film as a rewarding investment of three hours.

To put this argument to a rest, in spite of undercooked characterization spots that allow you to momentarily meditate upon familiarity within this film's driving characters, and bland spots in atmosphere that allow you to meditate upon just how overlong the often repetitious and sometimes aimless affair is, to where it cannot sustain a wealth of weight, there is enough tastefulness within the classical soundtrack, score and warmly handsomely, stylistically dynamic cinematography, and value to the substance, emphasized by clever writing, generally lively direction and charismatically convincing acting to keep compellingness well-secured enough for "Comment je me suis disputé... (ma vie sexuelle)", or "My Sex Life... or How I Got into an Argument" (Whether it's in French or English, this film's title is a mouthful) to stand as a rewarding character study that engages time and again throughout its gratuitously sprawling course.

3/5 - Good

History Of The Eagles: Part 1
2 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

Okay, all jokes aside, Joe Walsh really does kind of look like an eagle now, which is only fitting, because if an eagle were to get any more American, then it would have to have sunglasses, an electric guitar, long blonde hair (Bald is out of stale, baby, and almost extinct) and, of course, a taste for neo-country. I say "neo"-country because I want you to actually think about associating the pop-rock with a twang that we call regular country nowadays with this "rock" band that obviously inspired and try to figure out that it's not real country, which isn't to say that that's the only common misconception about something pertaining to the country rock music industry that people don't ever think about, because, now, I'm not saying that it's become a common mistake to attach the "The" to Eagles' band name, but now, their epic-length, definitive documentary film is titled "History of [u]The[/u] Eagles". Hey, they may as well emphasize that this documentary is about "The", as in definitive, Eagles, because three hours of a discussion about a rock band sounds a bit more interesting than three of a discussion about actual eagles, or, even worse, the Philadelphia Eagles. No, people, football isn't quite as boring as I jokingly say it is, but if I have the opportunity to spend three hours watching people throw around a ball and run into each other, then I think I'd rather spend the time watching people... sit around a talk about some rock songs that inspired neo-country music, because, you know, that sounds infinitely more interesting. Hey, if they really wanted to make this film sound kind of dull, then they should have just titled it "Return to 'Teenage Jail'", because that song is so bland that even the band cut it off after a while to jar into "The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks", which at least tried to keep up liveliness to go along with its cheesiness. Yeah, speaking of boring, I bet y'all are getting a real kick out of my just describing the track list to "The Long Run", so if you want to have your intrigue replenished a bit, then be sure to check out this documentary. That being said, while this documentary is a fascinating one, expect engagement value to go shaken at times for a few reasons.

The film is generally tight in its pacing, but we're still talking about three hours worth of material, and with room as hefty as that, the clip is bound to hit a hiccup, and sure enough, while pacing unevenness is relatively rare, it arrives eventually, leaving the film to jar a bit in its jumps between meditative, if a touch aimless, and a smidge to swift in material delivery. Like I said, the moments in which pacing has a slip-up are limited, but when they occur, they leave you to drift away from the material a bit, something that you cannot afford to do when watching a documentary, even if it's one this long, or rather, overlong. Don't get me wrong, I dig the documentary's lengthiness, as it gives you plenty of time to soak up the material and get a feel for everything, but at over three hours, this two-part epic of a rockumentary outstays its welcome a bit, and can sustain lively style for only so long before you begin to notice just how repetitious things get after a while, which in turn leaves you to find a challenge in noticing a sense of direction. The structure of this documentary narrative is focused enough for you to feel the progression in the compelling story being told, but there are times where the film should hit a rise or fall in momentum for dynamicity's sake, but falls short of delivering a kick when it comes to establishing that feel, thus leaving the narrative to continue on its straight course and, after a while, bland up a touch. Structurally, the film isn't as sharp as it probably should be, having some unevenness in pacing, as well as aimless spots and a length that is altogether a bit too hefty for its own good, and yet, in all honesty, these flaws are rarely seen, and when they arrive, they do little damage, thus the final product is most held back by natural shortcomings and, of course, conventionalism. At this point, it can't be easy to make a genuinely unique rockumentary, with even rockumentary epics being done to death, but that doesn't make this film's being fairly formulaic all that forgivable, because at the end of the day, what you end up with is a very good documentary, but one that's kind of formulaic, enough so for you to notice the aforementioned little problems that dilute the final product's full fun factor. With that said, this documentary is every bit as highly entertaining as it is highly informative, and needless to say, this film delivers a lot of information, having its issues and familiar spots, but enough compensation to reward viewers, whether they be Eagles fans or not, which isn't to say that Eagles fans aren't going dig this film as, if nothing else, a showcase of some really good tunes.

I wouldn't say that I'm especially animalistic about Eagles, but their diversity, originality and skill are impossible to deny, especially when a streak of simply decent ditties are broken up by a flaunting of the musicians' high full potential within plenty of strong classic songs, a wealth of which is showcased in this film, which reminds you of your favorite Eagles songs, associates some of your favorite Eagles songs with a unique context, and may even reveal some new favorites of Eagles with a soundtrack that is constant and, more often than not, enjoyable, both in its providing fine tunes and helping in defining the tone of this documentary. Eagles has plenty of entertaining music, and such colorful tunes do a lot to drive the heart and entertainment value of this documentary, but not alone, as credit for liveliness is also due to the film's more visual aspects. As well as plenty of nifty tunes, this film flaunts plenty of footage, and plenty of it is kind of immersive, whether it be because of the lovely restoration of archived footage, or because of intimately well-framed new interview footage, maybe even rather clever stylistic plays with the old and new footage to add to the sense of progression within Eagles' story, whose visual telling is about as colorful as its verbal telling. Whether they're being seen as youthful megastars within the archive footage or as the wise, but still highly charming veteran artists that they are by now within the new and thorough interview footage, the band and their peers - from fellow musical artists and various business buddies - anchor strong interview footage, hitting the occasional slow spell as storytellers, but generally delivering on sharp charisma that gives you both more insight into the music legend and a charming sense of intimacy with the amusing, down-to-earth and respectable interviewees. Watching Eagles and company extensively tell the story of music legends is very interesting and charming, adding a lot of down-to-earth color to this intimate study on Eagles, but really, there would be little point to this project if, through all of the charm and entertainment value, it wasn't as extensive as it probably should be, thus they make sure that this film goes all out as an extensive discussion of music legends. Structural issues within the narrative of this film dilute some of the kick of this documentary's informativeness, and when it's all said and done, the film outstays its welcome a bit, but it's hard not to appreciate this film for having the guts to get as extensive as it does when it comes to delivering one piece of deeply fascinating information after another, and in a stylishly edited fashion that keeps entertainment value high and consistent. Director Alison Ellwood's stylish storytelling isn't super-thrilling, but it's a thoroughly entertaining medium for fascinating information, whose obvious inspiration make the final product endearing and rewarding to those looking to either gain more insight into the careers of musicians they've known and enjoyed for years, or get a good idea of what all the hype is about.

"In the long run", a degree of unevenness in pacing, repetitious, if not rather aimless dragging and, of course, conventionalism emphasize natural shortcomings that keep the documentary from being especially outstanding, but cannot silence the liveliness within the excellent soundtrack, immersive clever usage of footage, charmingly down-to-earth interviews and stylish, extensive delivery of a wealth of thoroughly fascinating information that make "History of the Eagles" an entertaining and informative study on the influence by, skill of and comradery within legends of mainstream rock music.

3/5 - Good

Mothra vs. Godzilla (Mosura tai Gojira)
3 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

It's all of the excitement of a big lizard facing off against a big moth... and both combatants are giant monstrosities tearing up Japan. Wow, that actually does sound kind of cool, but after "King Kong vs. Godzilla", I think that we could have gone a while without seeing another crossover between "Godzilla" and another monster series, rather than the first of so very, very, very many. There ought to be a little more inspiration this time around, thanks to desperation, because even though the film "Mothra" was fairly successful, the people behind it just had to have known that the "Godzilla" franchise was going to be the best thing to happen to their franchise. If nothing else will make this film more inspired than "King Kong vs. Godzilla", it's the fact that this time around, there aren't any ignorant Americans to mess this project up, like you know they would have, seeing as how when they got ahold of this film, they came up with a title as "inspired and creative" as "Godzilla vs. the Thing". You know that they're not referring to Christian Nyby's "The Thin from Another World", because no one paid that much attention to that creature until John Carpenter's remake that came out about 22 years later, just as no one pays that much attention to Mothra outside of the "Godzilla" franchise. You know, maybe those involved in this crossover aren't too much more creative than the Americans, because, again, even though these rascals are big and destructive, at the end of the day, we are talking about a big lizard facing off against a big moth. Well, at least this film is decidedly better than "King Kong vs. Godzilla", in spite of its shortcomings, such as natural ones.

I mean, I don't how much we're to expect out of a crossover between Mothra and Godzilla in the first place, but this film's story can't even be that meaty, being a lot of dramatically inconsequential chatter, punctuated by action sequences that come without any real sense of consequence over spectacle. That's the usual kaiju premise, and exactly ten years after this monster film genre was established, by way of "Gojira", it was already being worked to death, so, on top of being thin to begin with, this film's story concept is hardly anything new, crafting typical human characters, following a familiar beat and path, and ultimately hitting a number of other fluffy conventions, plenty of which are not the right ones, if you know what I'm getting at, people who saw "Mothra". The "Godzilla" series started out intelligent and reasonably grounded, with some real substance over spectacle, but "Mothra", a more stereotypical Japanese pop piece, carried many a silly aspect that returns here (Those stupid tiny twins), further taking you out of an already somewhat unengaging premise, backed by cheese on the writing that probably shouldn't be there. A lot of the dialogue is cornball, and the humor, while plenty charming and often quite amusing, breaks what tension there is in this rather dated, even if there is always a consistency in a lack of subtlety, which bloats a lot of the popcorn traits, and still not as much as it probably should to really liven things up, at least when it comes to pacing. Running not even 90 minutes, this film is almost as short as those stupid tiny twins, and it's not much of anything beyond dragging, taking what feels like a long, long time to unveil Mothra, and an even longer time to unveil Godzilla, let alone get into the action, and focusing a lot of talk that is colorful, but backed by a subdued air that is occasionally rather dulling. Too much talk has always been a problem with these kaiju classics, but this film, in particular, cannot afford to bore, especially not after "King Kong vs. Godzilla" fell flat as more of a snoozefest than the inconsequential fluff piece that it and this film aims to be. Fluffy, familiar, silly and draggy, this film stands a very real chance of falling to the level of "King Kong vs. Godzilla", but it ultimately gets by as entertaining and, well, focused, for what it is.

Even with all of the over-reliance on chatter, this film doesn't have much pretense about what it is: a fluff piece, and while that establishes a whole lot of natural shortcomings that are made all the more distancing by silly story traits and some cheesy writing, but quite frankly, this premise is plenty of fun, and Shinichi Sekizawa's scripted interpretation does add to that through some charming comic relief, and perhaps even more charming characters. The human characters are genuinely memorable, and every one of them are played the way they ought to be, making them even more charming and endearing amidst all of their aimless chit-chat, and with the help of a competent director. Ishiro Honda, the director who started it all, finally returns to the "Godzilla" franchise, but brings with him sensibilities more in the vein of his directorial performance on "Mothra", complete with more limp pacing than ponderous thoughtfulness, and more emphasis on style over substance, although that is not a huge criticism, considering that Honda often manages to keep the pace tight enough for you feel some, maybe a little too much extensiveness, backed by an adequate deal of flare. Akira Ifukube adds to this flare with a formulaic, but lively and occasionally emotive score, whose underusage keeps it from being as recurrent of a compliment to aesthetic value as Hajime Koizumi's somewhat flat, but colorfully sound and, therefore, handsome cinematography. If nothing else can be admired about the visual style of this film, it's its scope, which immerses you into a number of distinguished, often lovely locations and settings, and creates a sense of scope that further adds to the fun factor of this popcorn piece, especially in the heat of action. We're ultimately here for Mothra and Godzilla, and they take a long time to show up, arriving as effects that have become terribly dated, like a couple of other effects in this film (Those stupid tiny twins didn't always blend in, and those tanks look like the toys they are), yet are still unique and flashy enough to sell, at least as components to spare, but grand and nifty action sequences that are worth waiting a long time for. As things progress, the film does grow livelier and livelier, after plenty of slow early phases, but, honestly, the final product is almost always some degree of entertaining and colorful, keeping up enough charm and entertainment value to satisfy as a fluff piece, even if only that.

When the battle is done, this fluff piece finds its natural shortcomings as an inconsequential story that goes further plagued by familiarity and a silliness which is itself exacerbated by cheesy scripting moments that still don't manage to liven things enough to prevent a surprising amount of dragging and slow spells from threatening the final product's decency, ultimately secured by an at least entertaining premise's being done enough justice by colorfully charming humor, characters, performances and direction, and by charged score work, handsome cinematography and settings, and thrilling, if dated effects and action sequences to make Ishiro Honda's "Mothra vs. Godzilla" a fun, if inconsequential "first" crossover between two of Toho's biggest (Figuratively and literally) icons.

2.5/5 - Fair

Godzilla Raids Again
3 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

"Whoopie-ti-yo, the biggest lizard raids again!" Sorry, Chris LeDoux and whoever the littlest cowboy is, but I, with a heavy heart, must admit that "Falco Rides Again" fits better, just because of that line, "This is the story of a lonely man who's seen the world, from 'Japan' to Afghanistan!". Well, say what you will about Falco, but when he rode again, he apparently actually got out of Japan eventually, whereas the Gojira/Godzilla stuck with Japan... after returning from the dead... I think. Hey, you have to give us Americans credit for changing this rascal's voice and origin around in 1959 to get the point across that this is, in fact, not the same monster from the original "Gojira", or "Godzilla", or whatever, although we had to have known that we wouldn't make much profit off of "Gigantis". That's actually dumber than "Gorilla-Whale" ("Gojira" is an amalgamation of the Japanese words for gorilla and whale), and as if that's not offensive enough, they gave everyone's favorite monster a demotion, from "King of Monsters" to plain old "Fire Monster". This film has so many titles, but what they really should have done was just aggravated religious nuts even more by calling this "Godzilla: The Second Coming", for his return is an event of such biblical proportions that he brought a few beast to brawl. Yeah, when it comes to advertising, it would appear as though Anguirus gets the shaft most of all, but he'll always have the honor of being Godzilla's first enemy and Gigantis' only one, and in a pretty entertaining flick, no less, until the slow spots come in, that is.

The predecessor tossed in more than a few surprising slow spells, yet it could kind of justify them by featuring an even more surprising amount of depth, whereas with this film, while there is a little more entertainment value, the superficiality intensifies the slow spells as rather dull, almost as much as the dragging in plotting. Seeing as how this film is about 82 minutes long, one of the last things I expected was draggy spells, but the final product manages to find the time to work a couple in there by shaving down on exposition, answering to the extensiveness of the predecessor with glosses over scientific and narrative reasoning behind the establishment of the central conflict, and with limited characterization. With a shortage on a sense of motivation behind the characters, the film's human story angles surrounding the monsters' brawl and rampage fail to convince enough to overcome a sense of contrivance, exacerbated by some silly subtlety issues in the telling of an already either histrionic or over-the-top story. The original's story was by no means especially convincing, and it was a whole lot of chatter, with only so much action, but it did offer some genuine depth and potential, while this film, arguably a little too much action, is simple, dialing social, political and scientific themes way back for fluff. Without the dramatic bite of its predecessor, this film has difficulty in overshadowing the silliness of its premise, and it doesn't help that this kaiju-style story isn't as fresh as it was in its then-five-month-old predecessor, especially not when backed by a couple of tropes of the time which the original "Gojira"/"Godzilla" managed to transcend, and which make this fluff piece all the more predictable. There's something a little lazy about this film, as one might expect from a sequel that was made not even half of a year after its predecessor hit big, and while there is enough compensation in aesthetic and entertainment value to endear, the final product is familiar and superficial, as well as unevenly paced, undercooked and manufactured. The final product may succumb to mediocrity for many, but for me, again, it gets by, not as effective on the level of an already admittedly underwhelming predecessor, but as viscerally and stylistically enjoyable.

Masaru Sato's score isn't as fresh or effective as Akira Ifukube's score for the predecessor, and it is already fairly underused, but its striking lighter spots and grand sweeping spots immerse, not unlike cinematography, by Seiichi Endo, that doesn't have the handsome bleakness of the predecessor, yet remains sometimes beautifully well-lit, with an engrossing range in lensing scope. If nothing else provides a sense of scale in this film, then it is, of course, the effects, which, like those in the predecessor, are dated and sometimes cheesy, - especially considering that this film is even more reliant on them - but are nonetheless remarkable for their time, while still proving respectable to this day, with unique designs for Gojira/Godzilla and Anguirus, whose size and havoc are solid just fine. All of the chaos that comes about when these monsters feud with humans, man-made structures, and each other is not simply where the technical and stylistic value really shines, but where the film itself really shines, with surprisingly dynamic and sweeping staging, and enough flare to the effects to dazzle at times, and consistently engage in the heat of action. To be so slam-banged, this film may actually offer stronger effects than its predecessor, although you might simply think that because the effects are brought more to the forefront, until they try to bring in substance over style with a charming, but thematically superficial and dramatically manufactured human angle that is neither unique or grand. Some color in the narrative goes a long way in holding some degree of your investment, especially when the cast turns in some charismatic performances that are more convincing than the characterization itself, but at the end of the day, this film doesn't have the substance of its predecessor, and neither style nor charm can endear you through the natural and consequential shortcomings here, not without colorful direction. Director Motoyoshi Oda's slow spots in storytelling feel more limp than thoughtful, like the still-sometimes limp direction of Ishiro Honda in the predecessor, but when storytelling does liven up a bit, it holds your attention with a few charming plays with the performers, and really immerses with style, particularly during the action sequences that only mark a height in entertainment value. For all of its slow spots, the film is adequately entertaining throughout its course, and just as the simplicity thins down the potential for this fluff piece, it does establish a potential for a fun factor that is fulfilled just enough by charm and relatively high-caliber production values to get by, even if just barely.

Once the raid has wrapped, at least for now, the final product all but collapses into underwhelmingness under the pressure of superficiality which is stressed by dull and draggy spots, expository shortcomings, contrivances and familiarity, but which is met with enough charming acting, engaging scoring and cinematography, colorful storytelling and relatively spectacular effects and action for "Godzilla Raids Again"... or "Gojira no Gyakushu", or "Counterattack of Godzilla", or "Godzilla: The Second Coming" (We'll just continue to forget about "Gigantis, the Fire Monster") a reasonably entertaining, if perhaps overly fluffy second installment in a legendary franchise.

2.5/5 - Fair

Gojira (1956)
3 years ago via Rotten Tomatoes

"Oh no, there goes Tokyo; go-go-gorilla-whale!" Godzilla's original name is Gojira, deriving from the Japanese word for gorilla, "goriria" (Oh yeah, that's not supplementary to racist stereotypes), and the Japanese word for whale, "kujira". Oh yeah, nerds, I just went there, and if you thought that was a slightly uninteresting stretch, well, just wait until you see the rest of the "Godzilla", or "Gojira", or "Gorilla-Whale", or whatever franchise. He literally is a god among lizards, a king among monsters, and yet another over-the-top horror to hit Japan that derived from working with nuclear stuff. I don't know about Tokyo, but this lizard sure is doing a number on people's comfort zones, because he's a nuclear disaster in Japan not ten years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki got bombed, and then he comes over to the States with some sort of sacrilege trailing his new name. It was sacrilege to Japan, too, because when he showed up in the States, almost two years after this film was released, it was heavily re-edited and Americanized, with less emphasis on social and political themes. Shoot, while I do like this film a fair bit, maybe it does need to dial a few things back a bit.

Actually, subtlety issues aren't that enormous of a deal here, at least when it comes to the allegorical themes, which are nonetheless laid on a little thick at times, largely by overdramatic moments that are typical with Japanese cinema, particularly at the time. Sure, the effects, while impressive at the time and still admirable to this day, are pretty decidedly more dated than anything in this film, but as surprisingly serious as this film feels in so many ways, the dramatic writing gets a little overblown, and the atmospheric tension tends to bear down a bit, as well. Tonal contrivances, courtesy of director Ishiro Honda, are actually few and far between, and that's because there's a surprising amount of delicacy in this film's storytelling, which I can appreciate for its providing a sense of importance and weight to a potentially stupid film, but can't really embrace it when material for Honda to draw upon with his thoughtfulness lapses. Pacing and structure are ultimately the film's biggest problems, because there are times in which the film gets a little boring with all of its dry talk, dragging its feet on its way to showcases of the titular iconic monster, who goes underused for a whole lot of nothing. Looking at this basic premise about a prehistoric monster wreaking havoc, and at the lame-brain simplicity of very many of the Kaiju films this classic inspired, it should come as a surprise that this film's subject matter is fairly intelligent and dramatically weighty, but the plot is still a little straightforward, no matter how much they bloat it with aimless chatter and exposition which only stress certain inconsequentialities in this promising, but underwhelming film. So much is done very well here, and I can understand why this classic has resonated and reward so many through the years, for it has a lot of rewarding elements, although it doesn't quite stand strong, getting a little too ambitious, especially with sensibilities of the time, to stay subtle, and getting a little too problematically paced for natural shortcomings to be overlooked. The final product falls short of rewarding, but just barely, because, again, a lot in this film is done very well, even when it comes to technicality.

Glazing some handsome bleakness over a black-and-white palette, and having some hand in the dynamic visual scope that ranges from tightly intimate to sweeping, Masao Tamai delivers on excellent cinematography that compliments the tone of this heavy and broad-scale thriller, more recurrently than Akira Ifukube's powerful score, whose subtleties are racked with tension and, at times, piercing resonance, and whose sweep is occasionally monumental. Aesthetic and technical value stand strong in this film, which is best-remembered for its effects, which have become dated, often terribly so, yet were actually pretty incredible at the time, so much so that you still kind of buy into the unique design of Gojira/Godzilla, and into the illusions utilized to simulate the monstrosity's overwhelming scale. The beast is chillingly enormous, and when he wreaks havoc, while you can see the seams in the miniatures and superimpositions, it makes for spectacle that is still genuinely worth waiting for, through all of aimless plot. Again, this film doesn't use Gojira/Godzilla all that much, and between his raid is a whole lot of social, political and scientific mumbo-jumbo, thus making for something of a thin plot, but not as much of one as you might think, for this film does, albeit sometimes a little heavy-handedly, take on audacious and worthy themes regarding the dangers of working with radioactivity, and the political and social instabilities chaos can bring, backed by a plot that doesn't focus too much on contrived subplots, and takes an extensive look as a society's handling of a grave situation. The human qualities of the film are actually brought to life by a large, very talented cast, whose members project human charisma and chemistry, as well as a genuine sense of fear and a great deal of emotion to define the dramatic significance of this kind of an event. It helps that screenwriters Ishiro Honda and Takeo Murata provide quality material to the characterization, which fleshes out most everyone in his or her respective role, without getting uneven, in spite of all of the aimless chatter that is still smart in its complimenting adequately buyable, fictional science, and plenty buyable allegories, with a generally solid degree of subtlety that is capitalized on by Honda's direction, which may get a little subtle for its own good, as well as occasionally a little manipulative, yet is engaging in its thoughtfulness when working with intriguing material, until broadening enough to establish genuine tension. The film is gripping at times, and much more often than that, it is fairly compelling, flattened too much by pacing issues and natural shortcomings, though not to where the final product can't be admired for having intelligence to accompany the originality and intrigue of a story that is handled well enough to come to the brink of rewarding, even if it is only the brink.

Overall, there are a few thematic and dramatic subtlety issues, which are just a part of the fair deal of dated aspects that is challenged by thoughtfulness that largely only emphasizes bland dragging that in turn emphasizes the natural shortcomings of a somewhat underwhelming, but still intriguing story, whose original flare is brought to life by excellent cinematography and score work, and by once-stellar and still-admirable effects and action, while substance goes complimented enough by worthwhile themes, strong performances, intelligently well-rounded writing, and generally effective direction to secure Ishiro Honda's "Godzilla" as a true classic that, for all of its shortcomings, compel reasonably well.

2.75/5 - Decent