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As a young lad, my “Godzilla” toys occupied a good deal of
my time. They weren’t my favorites, my “Terminator 2” toys held that crown, but
the “Godzilla” crew was high on my list.
I had a
big, sorta-crummily painted Godzilla whose arms and legs you could move, but
only in a pretty unrealistic motion. I hate a big brownish pterodactyl my dad
got surprised me with one day when he picked me up from school. Even though it
was just a dinosaur, I happily pretended it was Godzilla’s sometimes winged-friend,
sometimes winged-foe, Rodan.
One
Christmas I also acquired a fun little set of Godzilla’s entire catalogue of co-monsters,
although they were much smaller than the other two, which kind of limited
cross-over opportunities, but when you’re a kid, you make due.
All of
this is just a wildly long-winded way of telling you that I was pretty psyched
when I first heard about Guillermo del Toro’s monsters vs. robots slugfest “Pacific
Rim.”
If
there’s one man who I trust implicitly with my beloved childhood memories of
wearing out my VHS copies of Japanese monster movies, it’s del Toro, a guy who I’m
sure was doing the same thing when he was a boy. Maybe to this day, even.
