When I was a kid, I used to LOVE Godzilla movies. Sure I knew it was a guy in a monster suit stomping around on a set, crushing fake buildings and smashing another fake monster to hell and gone, but I still had fun watching them. But as I got older, they lost their charm. And then, really awful updates, like the waste of time that starred Matthew Broderick. Still, boys will be boys, so I wasn’t surprised when the first time my son saw a Godzilla movie, he was hooked. He started to borrow them from the library. He would watch them On Demand. And he would talk about them. And talk about them. And talk about them.
So last summer, when he suggested we go see the latest big screen outing of the gigantic lizard at the cheap show, my wife suggested that such a screening fell under my Dadly duty, and that I needed to take one for the team. So we went. And much to my surprise, I enjoyed it.
Last night, I watched the Blu-Ray version of this movie again, and again, I enjoyed it.
This movie will never win an Academy Award. But at the same time, there is no reason to limit oneself only to movies that could. The medium, at its core, is the exercise of telling a story. The ones that do this well find a way to invest the audience in the story and in the characters. That is why certain “franchises” are so successful. And the latest telling of Godzilla does this in a way that managed to engage both a 14 year old and his 42 year old father. The former with the unfolding of a mystery surrounding the discovery of evidence of something huge having recently left an underground cavern in the Philippines and the later with the sudden and startling “accident” at a nuclear plant in Japan that forever altered an American family working there, and separated the surviving members of that family with sorrow, regret, and inconsolable loss, which fueled an obsession which was to continue for 15 years.
I don’t think “horror” is the right word to describe the human’s eye views that the viewer is treated to with the unfolding tale of unthinkable monsters set loose upon the modern world. But you do get to experience, however vicariously, the sense of terror and helplessness of the people in the movie dealing with the negation of technology, and the loss of control that comes with having most of the trappings of modern life rendered inert and useless, as gigantic beings thrash about and destroy the cities these newly primitive people live in. You share in their wonder as the military very visibly attempts to prepare for the coming of such beasts, as nature itself heralds their arrival. And I think that is the genius of this movie. For two hours, it immerses you in the human experience of a world where humans are insignificant to titanic creatures that walk the Earth. It is a world in which our dominance is swept aside as if it never existed, and suddenly, we don’t even rate as prey for the new masters of the planet. This is a restoration of the wonders experienced as a child viewing a man in a monster suit, smashing and destroying a model city in to rubble around him, not by looking down, as we did when I was a child, but by looking up, and using the perspective to create a very real, and more tactile sense of terror.
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Cooper Wilson stood before the mirror, his thoughts making him too preoccupied to really pay attention to his reflection. He absently tugged at his collar while he considered what he was about to do. The throne speech had been simple, and direct. The West, the King said, had grown complacent, and had allowed itself to hate the beliefs that had made the West different from the East. The West allowed itself to be seduced by the idea that all beliefs were of equal value, and that humanity had thrown God off of his throne, without ever being cognizant of installing its own vanities in a seat that was never unoccupied, despite man’s best efforts. And in a short stretch of time, the world that was characterized by those vanities became seared by them. As a result, he was lifting the ban on Christianity, and would be instituting a new chaplaincy in the Commonwealth Military.
The days and weeks that came after seemed like a blur to Cooper. While he did not have to handle to logistics of this new command within the military, he was nonetheless its head, and expected to see and be seen in this new role. Many under his command were those who had kept the faith alive as an underground movement, from one side of the Commonwealth to the other. And though many risked everything to shepherd their flocks, they came when the call went out. Many of their stories touched Cooper, and many more made him feel ashamed, believing that in comparison, his faith was small, and their trust and deference to his authority, undeserved. This feeling became that much more acute when he realized that he would, in the course of his duties, give orders that would undoubtedly lead to death for some of them.
“Are we ready?”
Lise’s voice snapped his eyes into focus, as he silently appraised his reflection, and thought to himself “You’ll do.”
He turned, and she immediately set upon him, taking it upon herself to straighten his tie, as a look of consternation fell across her face. She brushed off his shoulders, stopping when she came to the old United States flag on his arm. His eyes followed hers, and he said “Stop. Please. I feel self-conscious enough already without you staring at it. Her eyes met his, and her lips pursed, then opened as if to say something.
“I think it suits you, hoss, and frankly, I think you have earned the right to wear it.” Rick Gearhart’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Cooper nodded, and stepped in to the short hallway leading to the pulpit. Before stepping out, he closed his eyes, and whispered “Lord, let me do no damage to it.”, and then he stepped out before a cathedral filled with men and women in uniform.
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The most powerful word in the country today is… “Offensive”.
The words of a Facebook acquaintance hung there on the group page, taunting my mind away from a more basic Sunday morning meditation. It worked, and my mind started milling the words, prompting my immediate rejoinder “If that were true, it would work for everyone, non?”
But the more I thought about it, the more I came to consider the “wrongness” that lead to the statement being made in the first place. I realized that it isn’t about the rank hypocrisy that sees nothing wrong with an entitlement for some people to invoke “offense” as a means to stop discussion, debate, questions, behavior or beliefs they do not like, but is incapable of even considering that other parties might be offended by the discussion, debate, questions, behavior or beliefs of the those invoking “offense”, let alone capable of invoking “offense” themselves.
Don’t get me wrong. I think being able to end all discussion, debate, questions, behavior, or beliefs by claiming to be “offended” is unhealthy for a free society, offensive to liberty, and childish in the extreme. As long as it is impossible to have an honest conversation, because it will almost certainly “offend” someone, it will be impossible to address any issue of import. It doesn’t take long before this will lead to financial impairment, social impairment, and impairment of national security. (See President Obama, Second Term)
But the really, really odious part if this is that I often hear “Offense” uttered like an incantation from many of the same people who speak of “reason” being superior to faith, and a basis for them to assume an intellectual superiority that they clearly haven’t earned, while they often put faith in “facts” that have expiration dates due to constantly changing nature of scientific paradigms. The illogic of presuming that rights which are guaranteed by law are subject to override if only they can apply their completely subjective responses to the exercise of those rights would be laughable if it wasn’t pursued with such zeal and dedication. Orwell himself couldn’t have conceived of the sheer scope of the vanity and delusion that have combined to impose a bizzaro-world rhetoric to such a degree that sincerity and directness are relegated to criminal status.
The saddest aspect to this current state of affairs is that too many of us allowed ourselves to be cowed by this practice, as if offending someone, or at least those granted a de facto privileged status by the arbiters of acceptability, is a combination of the worst sin and the worst crime that a person can commit. The fact is that this extraordinary power and cancer on society wouldn’t be powerful at all if we didn’t let it. But this requires a boldness to push back, that too few have the backbone to exhibit. Start responding by saying “SO???” Ask them to explain why they are suffering from the alleged “offense”. Put the onus on them to prove why it should matter to you, and to everyone else, rather than giving what has morphed into a generic and reflexive complaint the presumption of legitimacy without the burden of proving it. It is your duty as a citizen and a member of society to engage people who don’t want you to engage in an honest discourse. It is your birthright to be able to do so without the threat of sanction by government, or those who want to destroy the very way you live, and censor your very thoughts.
STAND. BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.
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So I heard President Sub Par on the news at lunch making all sorts of demands in relation to the Malaysian Air shoot down…a cease fire in the area between all parties, access to the crash site for investigators, blah, blah, blah blah, and all I could think was “Who does he think he’s kidding?”
During his tenure in the Oval Office, he’s squandered any authority that the Presidency might have still carried over from his infinitely more qualified predecessors, and has done his best to ensure that he has built none of his own. I physically cringe whenever I hear this pretender adopt the manner of an irritated professor, and presume to lecture anyone, let alone foreign leaders who have already tested him, only to learn that the force of his conviction will never take him any farther than he can comfortably hear his own voice and the approval of his reality-challenged sycophants.
It scares me that he can walk out in front of cameras and the presstitute corpse, and pretend that he’s really felt all along that the shoot down was an “outrage of unspeakable proportions” when yesterday, while in campaign mode, he spent all of less than a minute to pontificate that it “may be a terrible tragedy”, before launching back into a scripted speech that contained a number of attempts at jokes. Anyone observing the Great Narcissus for any period of time at all would have to wonder if he at least waited until he got off the podium before he could concentrate on how Presidential and Important he looked, or how he could get his golf handicap down.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. As a President, he is most unserious man to ever hold the office. His ME-centric approach to all things domestic and foreign is embarrassing, as is his contempt for the America that was worthwhile and a beacon of hope to people all around the world. When he offered his unsolicited opinion on the events in Israel, I was not surprised by what I heard. Much like his criticism of the Cambridge Police revealed his willingness to weigh in on that matter without having a clue what he was talking about, his comments about the need for Israel to “show restraint” revealed to the world that he either hasn’t bothered with his security briefings (something REAL Presidents get out of bed in the morning and attend before going to do actual work), or that he didn’t pay attention to any briefing given. Either way, he is an embarrassment and the primary reason for our current tarnished prestige in the world today. I find myself somewhat disheartened when I hear some pundits try to craft an analogy that would serve to make the situation clear to anyone capable of logic independent of ideology. “What if it was Mexico lobbing missiles in at U.S cities?” they ask. I just shake my head. “How is that different from allowing passage through their country to ours by a wave of people utterly willing to break our laws as if it is their right to do so?” I ask in reply. If President Selfie didn’t want to go see the chaos on the border himself when he had a chance, because he didn’t “want a photo-op”, why do you think that other threats to this country would affect him in any meaningful way? He doesn’t understand America. Whether it’s been “at some point, you’ve just made enough money” or berating citizens who “bitterly cling to their Bibles and guns” or his curiously selective recitations of the Declaration of Independence or his fundamental mischaracterization of American exceptionalism, he revels in demonstrating that he doesn’t get this country. If it were Mexico lobbing missiles at American cities, I’m sure that he would summon members of La Raza and Mecha to the White House so he could publicly and abjectly apologize to them “on behalf of all Americans” and then try to find a way to surrender to them. For him, the only times tragedies happen is when someone asks him a real question and he just wants to finish his waffle, when he is asked a question he’ll pretend is above his pay grade, despite his previous expressions of clear opinions addressing the matter from another side, or when his subjects expect him to do his job and he just wants to enjoy his taxpayer-funded Hawaiian vacation.
Like previous expressions of outrage, and breathlessly declared red lines, I expect nothing will come today’s remarks. After all, we’ll soon be paying for yet another lavish vacation on Martha’s Vineyard for him and his family, far away from the relocation centers all over the country where the last stage of ICE’s “Catch and Release” kabuki theatre is being played out. Besides, he has more important things to worry about. Like the nagging grocery carts his wife wants to put in our grocery stores around the country…because it would be impossible for us to properly feed ourselves without her enlightened guidance. They only have to make sure we do what they say, and not what they do.
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