The dramatis personae of Godzilla vs. Megalon take a curtain call. Left to Right, Jet Jaguar, Godzilla, Gigan, and Megalon. Absent: Dame Judith Anderson.
This is the day Patty and I have our turkey, relax, and watch Godzilla vs. Megalon. This treasure of cinematic art is completely devoid of serious thought, ideal for flushing the brain. The brain is like an outboard motor; it needs to be flushed from time to time.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Someone stole my outboard motor, once.
There is a good reason why this film has been called “The Gone With the Wind of movies featuring rubber monster suits,” but I can’t remember what that reason is.
I’m running late today because we have to get ready for Thanksgiving, which means finding time for extra shopping.
My sister has, thank God, quit that crazy job she had, the one featuring no holidays all year, so last year we didn’t get together for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or even New Year’s. But now she’ll be home, so we will have a family dinner. The only drawback will be a couple of hours on the Garden State Parkway, beloved of kamikaze motorists.
Friday we can relax with our own small turkey dinner and Godzilla vs. Megalon. We’ve had that movie as a household tradition for so long, I forget how it started. How do things like that get started?
We’ll continue providing blog service as best we can, and I hope most of you can drop in for a few minutes and say hello.
Oh, we shoulda listened to Isaac Asimov! Instead, it’s going all Terminator on us.
At the China International Hi-Tech Fair recently, a robot that was supposed to be an “educational tool” launched itself through a glass display case and made a frenzied attack on an innocent bystander, who was slightly injured (https://www.rt.com/viral/367426-robot-attack-china-technology/). We are unable to confirm reports that the robot growled “Die, human, die!”
I dunno, it doesn’t look so fierce to me. It looks kinda like R2D2 from Star Wars. Which reminds me–What does R2D2 take when he has a cold? Robotussin! But I digress.
It should be pointed out that some killjoy who doesn’t want us to have any fun with the nooze says the robot crashed through the display case because somebody mixed up the “forward” and “back” buttons, hit the one when he should’ve hit the other. We would rather read that the robot’s Artificial Intelligence took it upon itself to add a blood-lust program. “He must’ve programmed himself to do that!” Just because those immortal words originated in Godzilla vs. Megalon doesn’t mean they aren’t true.
Just to be on the safe side, steer clear of hi-tech fairs and bring no robots into your home. ‘Cause you never know when they might program themselves to be smarter than you and take away your stuff.
Sheesh, look at all the trouble we had with Frankenstein–and that was only one artificial human.
Anyway, Mr. Kaku says Artificial Intelligence in robots will just keep getting smarter and smarter until robots threaten to “replace humans” and then, he babbles, we’ll have no choice but to “merge” with robots. Then we can have Artificial Intelligence, too!
And this is all supposed to happen, it seems, by itself–without some fool programming a robot to have murderous thoughts toward humans. I guess they’re going to program themselves, a la Jet Jaguar in Godzilla vs. Megalon. See? As big as Megalon! “He must have programmed himself to do that,” muses the inventor.
Gee, have the movies got this covered, or what?
Is naturally-occurring stupidity in such short supply, these days, that we need to manufacture Artificial Stupidity? Like, why in the world would anybody build a robot that goes around killing people willy-nilly? Well, yeah, probably there’s somebody who would do just that. To Save The Planet or something.
I’m afraid I’ve missed a lot of dozy robot stories since the Drudge Report became the Democrat cheering session and we dropped it for Rantingly.
The Bible tells us in no uncertain terms that God is not going to let the bad guys win. They were riding high in 2013. They had a great fall in 2016. It’s true that if we put the Democrats out of business, in a very short time another group of villains would arise to take their place. Their politics seeps out from the dark places in the human heart. This will always be with us, until Our Lord Jesus Christ sets His throne upon the earth. And then it will be with us no more.
Yo! Next time you go on a picnic, be sure to take along a hand-held rocket launcher. It just might come in handy.
Here at Chez Leester, the cinematic classic, Godzilla vs. Megalon, is a day-after-Thanksgiving tradition, going back almost 40 years. What other movie can offer such a wealth of totally inexplicable situations? Like, the two guys in the garbage truck beat up and throw off a cliff the bad guy who was going to pay them for a job–and then go ahead and do the job anyway. What other movie screenplay can confidently state that the statues on Easter Island are 3 million years old?
But I don’t want to spoil it for you, just in case you decide to watch it, too.
Pure, unadulterated, totally cool silliness–try and beat that, Serious Mainstream Art Films!
No, they’re not looking up at Godzilla. If only they were!
I shoulda known, I shoulda known… Serious Mainstream Litterature makes lousy movies.
We spent our afternoon watching Picnic at Hanging Rock, a movie by Peter Weir, based on a novel that’s this big cultural icon in Australia and therefore can’t be changed. It’s fiction done up as non-fiction. The author said she wrote it in two weeks. I believe it.
It’s about a girls’ school where they go on a picnic at this spooky place called Hanging Rock (a real place, actually), and three of the girls, plus one of the teachers, mysteriously disappear. One of them turns up later, but has no memory of what happened. That’s because it’s a movie in which nothing happens.
The author said she based it on a dream. Well, fine: I’ve used stuff from my dreams in some of my books. But no one sleeps long enough to dream up a whole novel!
That’s why this blamed thing isn’t a whole novel. It’s a story with a beginning, but no middle and certainly no end. It runs out of gas after the first 30 minutes and then fumfers around. We never find out why the girls disappeared, why the teacher disappeared too, why their watches stopped at noon, why one of the girls mysteriously reappeared. We never find out anything.
We could have watched Godzilla vs. Megalon! Say what you want about a Japanese monster movie: but at least it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. It doesn’t just strut around saying “I are Serious Mainstream Litterature!” and give you a big, loud raspberry for watching it.
I say this tarted-up pretense of a movie would have been infinitely better with a monster in it. I’ll go with Godzilla but I’d settle for Mothra. In fact, it would’ve been better with Abbot and Costello in it.
But they were too wise ever to get trapped in Serious Mainstream Cinematic Artsy-Fartsy poppycock.
People who know me know I love the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, and they’re always surprised to find out I’ve never seen the Lord of the Rings movies. Well, I don’t want to give any of my time or any of my money to Ian MacKellan, an unrepentant homosexual who brags about defacing Bibles. He plays Gandalf. That’s something I like to forget when I read the books.
So I can appreciate what some of you are saying when you say you don’t want to watch movies made by immoral people. We all have a suspicion, though, that that would rule out most movies. If you’re looking for virtue, Hollywood is probably not the place to start.
I do try to avoid movies that I know have been made by really sleazy people. But it’s not always so simple. In fact, God sometimes uses really sleazy people to do His will on earth. Can good things be done by bad people? I think we must admit they can.
Here at Chez Leester, we have a Thanksgiving tradition of watching two movies in particular: on Friday, Godzilla vs. Megalon, and on Saturday, Miracle on 34th Street. The one movie completely takes my mind off the dreary and disturbing news that I’ve been covering all year. The second never fails to remind me that there are truths that don’t–ahem!–lend themselves to factual analysis.
I watch lots of movies, including ones in which grossly immoral people may have had a hand in making. My calling in this life is to tell stories. To do it well, I must consume stories–lots and lots of stories. There are readers who say that reading one of my books is like watching a movie. Well, you can’t even guess at the number of hours I’ve put into achieving that effect. And I couldn’t do it if I didn’t watch as many movies as I can.
Don’t get me wrong. There is sleaze that I will walk a mile to avoid. And I’ll walk at least half a mile to dodge chick flicks, Serious Mainstream Dramas About Sophisticated People With Painful Personal Problems That They Can’t Solve Because They’re Pinheads, crime movies in which every character is rotten to the core, and several other kinds.
Anyway, I think we can all be thankful that God doesn’t require us to be absolutely perfect before He can make use of us. Serving Him in any way we can is both a glory and a privilege, and even sinners get a crack at it. Who knows? It might be habit-forming.