Thursday, May 15, 2014

Destroy all actors


GODZILLA

If you come in an hour late, you'll understand the movie just as much, and you may enjoy it more.  Otherwise, brace for a certain degree of boredom before Godzilla actually gets to anything you might have come to a Godzilla movie to seebut what sights they are.

2014
Directed by Gareth Edwards
Written by Max Borenstein and Dave Callaham
With Aaron Taylor-Johnson (Ford Brody), Ken Watanabe (Dr. Ichiro Serizawa), Sally Hawkins (Vivien Graham), Elizabeth Olsen (Elle Brody), Juliette Binoche (Sandra Brody), and Bryan Cranston (Joe Brody)

Spoiler alert: high (I think it's moderate, but reasonable minds may differ)

There are individual moments in Godzilla that rank as the very best in the franchise.  One is so viscerally great that I uttered an audible expletive.  Discussing it would be worse than useless: you either already know exactly what I mean, or describing it would ruin your chance to experience it yourself.

But Godzilla is also an exercise in frustration, an inutterably cruel experiment in tease and denial, and a deliberate test of audience patience rarely seen in blockbuster filmmakingand for damned good reason.  Almost no kaiju film has ever justified a running time in excess of two hours; very few even make the attempt.  Godzilla tries.  Godzilla fails.

I can think of only four kaiju movies even longer than Godzilla '14, and three of them are Godzilla: Final Wars, Pacific Rim, and, of course, Godzilla '98a cinematic rogues gallery if there ever was one.  The other is King Kong '05, a truly excellent filmand a truly underrated onealbeit radically different in conception to the ordinary kaiju flick.  Nonetheless, Peter Jackson's monster movie remains a useful comparator.  Kong manages a compelling three hours, and does it based on two things: sheer spectacle and relatable humanity.

Spectacle is very much on offer in Godzilla, but not enough, and more importantly not soon enough.

The opening credits, radically reimagining the original Gojira, may be exceptional.  And a single scene, serving as prologue, is set amidst the bones of a fossilized colossus, instilling a sense of terror of the unknown world beneath our feet while evoking the vertiginous scope of prehistory better than any kaiju film I've seen since Rodan.  But going forward, Gareth Edwards' Godzilla continues to suggest deep time, just not in the way you'd prefer.

 Relentless monster action!!

Godzilla himself is not fully revealed till halfway through the film.  In a sequence that promises to make up for the lost hour, we slowly pan up Godzilla as he towers above an airport littered with the burning hulks of jumbo jets.  He squares off with his foemonster upon the field of battle.  And Edwards, sensing that we may have become invested in his movie, immediately cuts to something else and never comes back.

Instead of a solid final hour of mind-melting 21st century kaiju action, Edwards expects us to be content to be unceremoniously dumped right back into the ongoing human story.  This is something I reckon he will come to bitterly regret.

The humanity of Godzilla includes Joe Brody, a nuclear engineer discredited after a Fukushima-like accident irradiates a large Japanese city and kills his wife.  It's not the seismological destruction of his plant which ends Joe's career, but his conspiracy-theorist pursuit of the truth he sees behind it.  He is convincedand since this is a Godzilla movie, he is rightthat whatever destroyed the plant, it was no earthquake.  Joe is portrayed by super-actor Bryan Cranston, and he brings a modulated anger to the obsession which has destroyed Joe's life.

Cranston's is one of two human performances that may evoke the mildest of emotional responses in Godzilla.  The other one is Ken Watanabe's: his role can be uncharitably described as "token Japanese," but his aphoristic pronouncements, though they might float above his scenes as if they barely share a context with the actual dialogue, are at least communicated with gravitas.

Indeed, Joe Brody is pretty easily Godzilla's most engaging sapient life form.  But this is not necessarily a high compliment, because Cranston demonstrates that it is far less difficult to play off a greenscreen than to do so against the colorless canvas that is, in this movie at least, Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Taylor-Johnson isif he must be assigned a species and not a part number—Godzilla's other principal human.  This is Ford, Joe's son.  Ford's an American ordnance disposal officer, just back from a vaguely-described foreign deployment, and now a family man himself.  I'm inevitably too hard on Taylor-Johnsonand if I thought she were worth talking about, Elizabeth Olsen, as his wifebut that is because I have rarely seen two emptier vessels passed off as characters in any motion picture.

Flat characterization may be rather standard for a kaiju filmthe number of compelling characters in kaiju cinema that are not themselves monsters could be counted on one hand with a thumb left overbut never has a kaiju film expected the travails of so limitlessly bland an everyman to carry the majority of its scenes.

The vast majority: Joe Brody dies forty minutes into the film.

Surprise.

Perhaps this constitutes a very serious spoiler, but only because Warner Brothers has indulged in a marketing campaign tantamount to a very serious fib.  Given that this is, in truth, a nearly Cranston-free film, I feel thatin Joe's own wordsyou have the right to know.  Get settled in with Ford Brody: because you'll be seeing him approximately ten times as much as his dador Godzilla.

Yes, rather than Ishiro Honda's classics, it's Steven Spielberg's Jaws and Close Encounters of the Third Kind that inform the structure of Godzilla; perhaps, were it 1954, this might seem more impressive.  In any event, Edwards seems inexplicably unaware of that which permitted Spielberg to draw out his mysteries beyond any reasonable limit.  He understandsthough he overplaysthat glimpsing Spielbergian visual style.  Unfortunately, he completely miscomprehends the Spielbergian heart.

 We'll need a bigger protagonist.

And there's not a little bit of Cloverfield in this Godzilla as well, with Edwards clearly inspired to attempt the ground-level, kaiju-as-disaster-film which Matt Reeves and Drew Goddard tried to do but failed thanks to their found footage conceit and their movie's resulting unwatchability.  But even the twenty-something scumbags of Cloverfield prove more relatable than Ford, simply by dint of being possessed of clearly human (if annoyingly human) traits.

So I ask you this: name something Ford likes or has an interest in other than his family (or bomb disposal).  If that is demanding too many dimensions of an action hero, then please at least quote me one of his lines.  Since I find it unlikely that anyone could manage to do either of these things, I finally defy you to give me one good reason why Ford is even in this movierather than his more-interesting fatherother than the fact that, without Ford, you can't justify the red-flare HALO jump sequence, featured in early trailers, and which was also, I suspect, the scene around which the entire movie was written and shot.

Pretty tho.

Yet there is still far more to the picture than the life model decoys that populate its narrative.  Though Godzilla requires us to wait far too long for Godzilla to appear and to fight the dangerous monstersunfortunately called MUTOs, rather than by a proper kaiju name—once the film's third act kicks in, we finally get the action we paid to see.  And it is indeed glorious.

The massive unknown terrestrial objects themselves are not, exactly, a triumph of kaiju designwith their oversized forelimbs and shambling gaits they recall, too much so for comfort, Cloverbut they have far more personality than any giant monster we've seen since Andy Serkis' mo-cap Kong.  Plus, certain key elements of their designtheir meathook arms, rectangular, glowing compound eyes, and sharp beaksseem to be a conscious reference to, of all kaiju, Gigan, my own personal favorite Godzilla villain (and almost no one else's).

I appreciated, too, their sexual dimorphism.  And their sexual dynamism.  You see, the MUTOs have awakened to do two things: eat radioactive waste and spawn, and they've about had their fill of radioactive waste.

Theirs is a love story.

And I mean it: though it must register as yet another insult to the human players, the brief scene where the two MUTOs finally meet, and the male eagerly presents his nuptial gift of a nuclear warhead to his bride, represents the single best acting moment, bar no Cranston, of the entire film.

These MUTOs, digital cartoons though they are, are more demonstrably down to fuck than Ford and his wife are after being separated for fourteen months.  Honestly, they evince more simple affection than Taylor-Johnson and Olsen do; and when Godzilla arrives to kill them, the smaller male's desperation to defend his mate and offspring, despite being radically outmatched, is more convincing and vastly more sympathetic than our human lead's feeble attempts at the very same emotions.

Godzilla himself comes off wellthough early opinion declared him too fat, and frankly this is somewhat true, his girth only underlines his terrifying physical presence.  If I have any serious aesthetic critique, it's that I don't care for the nose, the snubbest he's ever had.  Otherwise, the design is incredible, appearing much better in motion than in stills.

That said, in terms of character, he is ultimately far too heroic for the darker, grimmer, Gojira Lite tone Edwards has established.

The threat Godzilla poses to human civilization is more stated than it is observed, but he is hunted anyway.  In Godzilla's most bodaciously brazen idea, America's Cold War nuclear detonations in the Pacificyou know, the ones that killed real people, and inspired Gojira even more immediately than Hiroshimawere not tests, but active attempts to slay the monster.

Obviously, it didn't work.

(Incidentally, when Dr. Serizawa objects to a plan to nuke Godzilla again, I nodded in approval that the screenwriters recognize that there are pretty serious differences between kT and MT devices, although I had to immediately take points off for their historical illiteracy: Fat Man and Little Boy may have been comparative pop guns, but mid-50s thermonukes tended to be significantly more powerful than our smaller, more accurate modern nuclear weapons.  If the military couldn't kill Godzilla with Castle Bravo- and Ivy Mike-sized detonations, then I don't know why they'd ever think that a W87 pulled off a Minuteman-III would do the job.  But then, these are also the same tactical geniuses who are still deploying small-armed infantry to escort their tanks, as if they were fighting Iraqis in Baghdad, as opposed to a giant monster who might notice 120mm HEAT munitions, but probably isn't going to succumb to 5.56mm rounds, no matter how many you shoot at him.)

Granted, if that were a legitimate criticism, every Godzilla movie ever made would be beneath contempt.  But seriously, check out that dork in the Humvee.

Despite all this antipathy, Godzilla doesn't seem put out.  An apex predator, he is all about hunting down the MUTOs for their delicious radioactive meat; driven by his hunter's instinct, he appears disinterested entirely in our own species' fissionable piles.  Indeed, he seems to go out of his way to avoid destroying our stuff.

But, as a fighter of other monsters, he is in some regards the best Godzilla has ever been.  If his monomania also must render him something of a deus ex machina, nevertheless little is lost.  He iseventuallythe true star of his own film, and this is good.  And he has never looked this amazing.

So, Godzilla: come for the kaiju, wait for the kaiju, but stay for the kaijufor when they finally arrive, they are worth every wasted moment.

Score: 8/10

4 comments:

  1. Yeah, I sort of felt that the generic Army guy action dude was pretty much irrelevant. The only reason he was there is that modern action movies are supposed to have young, rebellious, fiercely competant company-grade officers as their protagonists, just as they used to have noble, wise multidisciplinary genius scientists. Personally, I would have rather had Wantanabe as the main character, or even Cranston. But old guys don't headline movies unless they were A-listers back in the 90s.

    But as much as I liked the monsters, the real star sequence was the HALO drop to 2001 music. Best trailer ever.

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    1. Watanabe and Cranston arguing would've been pretty good. I don't think they ever even really meet, do they?

      I do like Taylor-Johnson--I mean, he was great in Kick-Ass--but I really hope his role in the Avengers 2 gives him something more to do and he has something more to bring to it. Just watched Days of Future Past yesterday, and he's already standing in Evan Peters' shadow, which is not at all what I would've predicted a month ago.

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  2. I love this review! You have a way with words - I dig it. Also thanks for coming down to check out my blog! I always appreciate comments.

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    1. And thank you for being entertaining, as well as for the kind words!

      I liked the part in your Godzilla review where you said ATJ was the broadest human alive. All of Taylor-Johnson's scenes Kick-Ass 2 could be replaced with a loop of him asking why I haven't done any push-ups today, and it's difficult to say how much would be lost.

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