Apr 201966
 
three reels

Gamera’s rocket is struck by a meteor, returning him to earth where he vanishes from the movie for nearly an hour. Meanwhile, three men (who I think might be low level gangsters—it isn’t clear) head to New Guinea to recover an opal that our more-or-less hero’s brother hid during WWII. The opal is not a stone, but an egg, which hatches Barugon who grows into a giant monster and attacks Japan.

In a series that drifted more and more childish with each new film, the second Gamera movie fouled up that curve by being substantially less goofy than its predecessor, in large part because it is the only Gamera Showa film without a child as a major character. Rumors claim that the island dancing girls were initially planned to be topless, and several scenes, while innocent (depending on what you think about blood licking), are suggestive of oral sex. The end product is juvenile, just much less juvenile than the rest of the franchise. You can only be so mature with a monster that shoots rainbows and is a guy crawling around on all fours.

The film is odd in another way—it is hardly a Gamera movie and I suspect the original script didn’t contain him. Gamera has only a few minutes of screen time, in re-used footage at the beginning, a brief battle two-thirds in, and then a final brawl, and he has nothing to do with the rest of the story. If you made one of the military plans more successful, you could have written him out.

The two leads, Keisuke the fortune-hunter and Kara (always subtitled as Karen) the island girl, are handled unusually well. They don’t do much, but Keisuke isn’t embarrassing—which is very rare for a human in a Gamera movie) and Kara is captivating. She’s portrayed by Kyoko Enami, one of the great beauties of Japanese cinema.

The giant monster fights are silly, but no more silly than in other daikaiju flicks of the time, and a good deal less than Godzilla vs. the Sea Monster and Son of Godzilla which came out within a year.

While you can now find an English subtitled version of Gamera vs Barugon, it was originally released in the US in a cut and dubbed form as War of the Monsters. Twelve minutes were cut, all of which involved the leads discussing plans with the military. Their loss makes the film more nonsensical (where did that giant diamond come from and why are they suddenly in a helicopter?) but doesn’t do substantial damage. And the dubbing is surprisingly good.

My rating is a bit high, but any daikaiju fan should see one of the early Gamera films, and the rating indicates that this is the one.

Apr 161966
 
two reels

A sailor steals a yacht, and with his hesitant companions, goes in search of his lost brother. A storm maroons them on an island where terrorists are making ingredients for nuclear bombs and a giant shrimp patrols the sea. Luckily, King Kong… I Mean Godzilla is napping on the island.

QUICK REVIEW: New franchise director Jun Fukuda took Godzilla’s slow walk from fearsome force of nature to juvenile protector and turned it into a sprint. Not that the fault was all his; he was given a film constructed with King Kong in mind, but when legal issues took the over-sized ape out of the running, Godzilla was shoehorned in with little rewriting (which explains the big lizard’s obsession with the hot island girl). Money was also a problem, since attendance at Godzilla features had been declining. Godzilla Verses the Sea Monster, and its follow up, Son of Godzilla, were south sea island pictures, allowing Toho to forgo building miniature cities to crush. The result is quite silly, but passable entertainment for daikaiju fans.

Mar 151966
 
two reels

Daimajin Strikes Again: A wounded woodsman returns to his village, explaining that a warlord had captured the missing men and forced them into hard labor building a fort. Only he had escaped by crossing the god’s mountain. With the coming snow, the local lord cannot send troops. Someone must travel to the compound, over the forbidden mountain, and tell the men the only route to escape. When no one takes on the quest, four children sneak out to rescue their fathers and brothers. It is only a matter of time before all this trapsing on sacred ground wakes the Majin.

Daimajin Strikes Again manages to be avoid the rehash label, but it is still the weakest of the three. OK, it doesn’t avoid it by that much. There is once again an evil warlord who forces peasants into grueling labor and tortures them and the Majin waits for act three to show the level of his displeasure. What’s different is the lack of samurai action. The protagonists are children and in place of sword play we get a boy scout adventure through the wilderness. While it is reasonably presented, it isn’t very interesting. I give Strikes Again points for treating kids with respect, without silly jokes or sanitizing the danger, but respect is insufficient. It starts well, and ends better, but you might drift off in the middle.

Mar 131966
 
two reels

Return of Daimajin: The ruler of Mikoshiba sets his sights on the neighboring lands of Nagoshi and Chigusa, that sit on either side of a lake that contains the god’s island. Both are crushed, but the young lord of Chigusa and the daughter of the Lord of Nagoshi escape to the island. When the invaders decide to destroy the statue of the god, they earn the wrath of Majin.

Return of Daimajin is a rehash sequel: same plot, though with less buildup, same beautiful cinematography, though not quite as attractive, same monster attack and rescue, though not as exciting. The characters are similar, some lines repeat, and the entire structure of the film matches its predecessor. That doesn’t make it bad, just unnecessary. If Daimajin didn’t exist (or you are unable to find it), I would rate this one reel higher.

 

Mar 101966
 
four reels

Lord Hanabasa assures his two children that recent earthquakes are not to be feared as their good god will protect them. The common villagers have a different view, gathering to perform a ceremony to keep an evil spirit locked away in a giant statue. Samanosuke, the traitorous Chamberlain, takes advantage of the confusion to murder the lord and seize control, but fails to kill Hanabasa’s children. Protected by a swordsman and a priestess for ten years, they come of age hiding on their god’s mountain. The rightful heir sets his mind on freeing his people from Samantha’s cruel rule, while that evil man decides to crush the villagers’ spirit by destroying the giant idol, both actions potentially causing the massive “Majin” to awaken.

Discovering the Daimajin movies twenty-five years after their release was a delightful surprise. Good daikaiju is rarer then a funny Ben Stiller movie (percentage-wise) and a period one with samurai… Well, to the best of my knowledge, these are it. All three were made in 1966, and released a year apart. The studio had hit pay dirt with Gammera, the gigantic turtle, and were looking for another giant monster franchise; something different. They found it.

At first I was loathe to categorize Daimajin as daikaiju. It feels like a straight samurai adventure, with a bit of Hong Kong fantasy mixed in toward the end. But city stomping is an automatic entry pass into the daikaiju club, and Majin gets in some good stomping, even if the buildings are a bit more primitive than normal.

Perhaps it is just that I am so used to the human story being unimportant filler between monster misdeeds (see about 20 of the Godzilla pictures). Here the story, not the smashing, is the point, not that the smashing isn’t worth the price of admission on its own. The story is a simple heroes tale, like 90% of Japanese sword epics, with that simplicity strengthening the drama. The characters are well defined, and pure, good or evil as the case may be.

There is on exception: The god. He’s a world of contradictions. It is not clear if Majin is “the god” but no one else shows up to lay claim to the title. If he is the good god that is mentioned, he’s not all that sympathetic to his people’s pain, as only a personal insult and a woman’s tears gets him moving, and collateral damage doesn’t phase him. If he is the demon the villagers feared, he’s amazingly just (Old Testament just) and a better neighbor than many of the humans. It leads to a fascinating world.

Feb 251966
 
3,5 reels

The Caped Crusaders (Adam West, Burt Ward) face their most perilous adventure as four the their most sinister adversaries, The Joker (Cesar Romero), The Penguin (Burgess Meredith), The Riddler (Frank Gorshin), and Catwoman (Lee Merriwether) have banded together in a plot to take over the world.

If you are going to be camp, own it. Released between seasons 1 and 2 of the Batman TV show, Batman: The Movie is the series on steroids. It’s the same general kind of fun, but amped up. There’s a lot more humor and the absurdity of the pop-art Batman world is intensified. Yet somehow they manage to insert character development and a plot—of sorts. Batman has never been so passionate—in a hysterical junior high way—as he is with Miss Kitka (Catwoman in disguise), quoting poetry and generally giving us the funniest love scene captured on film.

The cast is basically that of the TV show. Adam West and Burt Ward are the true blue caped crusaders, with Alan Napier, Neil Hamilton, and Stafford Rett to aid them as Alfred and the police. As this is a movie, we get a collection of villains rather than one, played with manic energy by Hollywood greats Cesar Romero and Burgess Meredith along with relative newcomer Frank Gorshin. Unfortunately Julie Newmar was unavailable to reprieve her sensual version of Catwoman, but Lee Merriwether is an amiable replacement and follows Newmar’s take on the character. Since the villains all work together, sharing scenes and bouncing one-liners off each other, it never feels like the villain overload that would mark the ‘90s films.

The gags here are no mere clownishness (as with the two Schumacher Batman films) but come from the characters. Batman’s sincerity and passion are a source of much of the humor as is his need to do good—his routine of trying to dispose of a bomb but finding innocents everywhere is as fine a comedy bit as you’ll find. The villains each have their own personalities, and their own gags. My favorites involve Gorshin’s Riddler, who manages to be crazy in a world where everything is a bit insane.

The only problem with the film is if you just can’t deal with a funny, joyful, good-time, camp Batman. I can.

The character was rebooted for Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, and Batman & Robin, then rebooted again for Nolan’s Dark Knight Trilogy: Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, and The Dark Night Rises, and rebooted a third time for Zack Snyder’s Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. The ’60s Batman was brought back for the 2016 animated feature, Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders.

Oct 181965
 
one reel

Three small time crooks, Jelly Knight, Scapa Flood, and Lennie the Dip (Dudley Sutton, James Beckett, and Kenneth Griffith) get out of prison to find their old boss, The Duke (Anton Rodgers) dead and the money they stole gone. They fail running their own crimes, but a chance encounter leads them to believe that The Duke is alive and his girlfriend, Sara (Charlotte Rampling) might have some answers for them. She appears to be dating an unlikeable military policeman (Ian Bannen) and is also being followed by an ex-policeman, now detective (Eric Sykes) who was hired by her father. Everyone seems to run into everyone, and all of the crooks gather near an army base to pull off a big heist while various people on the side of law try and stop them.

1965 is after the time of Post-War British Comedies, if taken as a genre, and so no longer on my review list. But as a movement, Rotten to the Core is still connected, with the Post-War British Comedy writer/director/producing team of the Boulting brothers in charge, and actors from the genre like Eric Sykes and Raymond Huntley in front of the camera. Peter Sellers was also supposed to be there, but that didn’t work out, which is pretty much the phrase for this film: it didn’t work out.

What a meandering mess. It feels like it was put together from three scripts and no one ever figured out what it was about, or who the lead was. I suspect things were different when Sellers was involved, for better or worse as he would have insisted all focus be on him, but Anton Rodgers is no Sellers. It seems that the trio of thieves will be our join protagonists, but then it shifts to Sara, and then to The Duke. And with each shift (and shift back) the direction of the film changes. We are shunted to a health spa where a joke is being built up around the alcoholic waters given to the patients, and then it is dropped without payoff. Likewise it seems to be important that Sara is a high class girl looking for thrills and to upset her family, but that also goes nowhere. There are a few humorous gags, but since nothing ever leads anywhere, they are nothing but random jokes.

The cast is decent, but can only do so much with what they are given. Charlotte Rampling, definitely the odd-one-out of this group, had her lines dubbed, but it isn’t noticeable, unless you are listening for her voice.

It was shot by Freddie Young, between working on Lawrence of Arabia and Doctor Zhivago, a fact that is even more bizarre than the mess of a script. The cinematography is fine, but Young is one of the greatest of all time, and no one is going to get lost in these images.

The Boulting brothers’ Post-War British Comedies include Private’s Progress (1956), Lucky Jim (1957), Carlton-Browne of the F.O. (1959), I’m All Right Jack (1959), and Heavens Above! (1963). Previously they made the noir Brighton Rock (1948).

Oct 101965
 
three reels

The twin spaceships, Argos and Galliot (or Gallard or Galliod…) are investigating a strange, fog covered planet when a 40-G  force pulls them down to the surface.  Captain Mark Markary (Barry Sullivan) remains conscious, but his crew is knocked out.  When they awaken, they attack  each other, but Markary subdues them and they return to normal.  But things don’t work out so well on the Galliot where everyone is found dead.  But it’s soon clear this isn’t laying-there dead, but walking-around dead.  It seems that this is the work of alien body snatchers.  The survivors have only one chance to escape, and it involves ignoring the DVD case which implies there are vampires on this planet.  Luckily, our plucky heroes are quick on the uptake, at least to the extent of realizing they are in a film with a really inaccurate title.  But when has an Italian-made feature been given a reasonable English title?

“Suppress cortical areas X, Y and Z”

Ummmm.  OK.  But I’ve really got to wonder if that’s a good idea.  I’m not sure what cortical areas X, Y, and Z are, but I’m betting I’d rather not have them suppressed.

But this is a film where you’ve got to really believe that suppressing those cortical areas makes sense.  Yes, that dialog was dubbed, but it was dubbed in every language the movie is shown in, so don’t try getting an Italian version thinking that’s how it ought to sound.  The actors spoke whatever language they knew (and there’s a mixture of North and South Americans, Italians, and Spaniards), and everyone was dubbed in post, making it a game to see whose lips match their words.  So the fascinating lines are not a matter of poor translations after the fact.

And this is a very talky movie.  There are zombie astronauts, fire fights, and mysterious traps, but these guys are far more interested in talking.  For the first ten minutes of the film, all they do is utter techno-babble.  And their favorite topic is the obvious.  They are always happy to repeat anything they just said, or point out what can be clearly seen.  When a red light flashes, you know someone is going to say “Hey, the light is flashing.”  When the ship is about to crash, and it is vital that the bulkheads be closed (I have no idea why that is vital, but apparently it is), our hero first takes the time to tell himself, since no one else is conscious to hear, that he needs to activate the bulkheads.  When the Argos receives a distress call filled with the words “urgent” and “we can’t go on much longer,” Captain Markary sagely comments, “They must be in trouble.”  No kidding.

But then, these are very, very stupid people.  If there’s a chance to split up, they do, although anybody who is left alone is killed or goes insane.  They never bother to protect the one piece of equipment they need.  Plus, there is the problem of not knowing if there’s a planet in the first place: Markary thought there was a planet, but the Captain of the Galliot believed it was just space fog (space fog?).  So, they show up, and are within five minutes of the surface before they work out that yes, there is a planet there.

Director Mario Bava (Bay of BloodKill, Baby… Kill!), better known for his horror and thrillers, does the best he can with far too little money.  The planet is Styrofoam with vivid lighting effects.  The space ship exterior is an obvious model and the interiors are big empty rooms with painted boxes and glowing balls littered about.  More fun is the leather/vinyl uniforms with the bizarrely high and confining collars.  Astronauts have an interesting sense of style.

But for all the inane dialog (“If there are any intelligent creatures on this planet, they’re our enemies!”) and bottom basement production values, Planet of the Vampires is watchable mid-’60s sci-fi.  The plot is serviceable and allows for some reasonable tension and even a scare or two (for the easily scared).  The ending has the type of twist that we’ve become accustomed to after years of The Twilight Zone repeats, but was unexpected in ’65.  And there are some nice moments when Markary and company discover the remains of a spacecraft and the skeleton of its gigantic alien inhabitant.  If you see a connection to Alien, then you’re on track.  It’s hard to imagine that Dan O’Bannon and Ridley Scott ‘s didn’t sat through several viewings of Planet of the Vampires before creating their classic.

And maybe that’s what is best about Planet of the Vampires.  While nothing special, it inspired a generation of filmmakers.  Watch it for it’s historical significance, or to reenact an acid trip.

It is also known under the titles Demon Planet, Planet of Blood, Space Mutants, Terror in Space, The Haunted Planet, The Outlawed Planet, and The Planet of the Damned.

Oct 081965
 
one reel

The still beating heart of Frankenstein (they don’t say Frankenstein’s Monster; they say Frankenstein) is taken to Japan in 1945, but it is lost when the atomic bomb destroys Nagasaki.  Fifteen years later, an American medical researcher (Nick Adams), his sidekick vivisectionist, and a nurse find a  radiation resistant boy with a flat head.  The boy soon grows to giant size (ummmm, I guess because of the radiation, because that’s what always happens to anything that gets a dose of radiation…) and runs around in a continually enlarging shirt, till he finds a reptilian cocker spaniel to punch.

What the hell?  Ummm.  Really.  Just, what the hell?

For this film to go into production, a room full of suits had to say the words, “Yeah, a giant Frankenstein, that’s a good idea.  We’ll put up the cash, but only if he fights an immense puppy.”  Yes, this is one of the dumbest daikaiju films you’ll find, and considering there’s a giant flaming turtle out there, that’s saying something.

It starts amazingly well, remembering that it is about    who eventually wrestles a reptilian puppy.  In war torn Nazi Germany, a mad scientist (with full 1940s Universal Pictures-type lab) is interrupted from his work by soldiers, who take away a chest that holds the heart of Frankenstein.  Thud-dum, thud-tum, thud-dum.  A u-boat rendezvous with a Japanese sub (and is then destroyed) which carries the heart to Nagasaki.  Thud-dum.  We all know what happens next.  This is good stuff.  Very moody.  It could be the beginning of a gothic horror picture or perhaps a film using Frankenstein as a metaphor for the pain the people of Japan felt over the nuclear destruction of a major city.  But it isn’t.  It’s the beginning of a really goofy giant monster flick.

Fans of guys in rubber suits stepping on plastic houses may think I’m being severe;  after all, it’s all about the monsters, right?  Wrong.  This movie is all about the two unpleasant doctors and the cute chick.  They talk about the monster.  They look for the monster.  Most of the time is spent with them.  Are they interesting enough to hold the picture together?  Almost, in that they are sadistic sons of bitches.  When the sidekick looks up the old Nazi doctor, he’s told that the way to tell if the boy they have is Frankenstein is to chop off a limb; if it grows back, he’s Frankenstein, and if it doesn’t, he’s just an armless kid.  It’s the sort of thing you’d expect an evil mad scientist to say.  But sidekick guy embraces this wholeheartedly.  OK, he’s a prick.  But the swell American doc doesn’t object either.  His only comment is that they should get the girl’s opinion.  He’s supposed to be the good guy?  Am I missing something about 1960s Japanese culture?  Well, I hope you find that intriguing because you’ll spend a lot of time with these three.

Scenes with the monster don’t help.  He starts as this obviously Asian kid (which they insist is Caucasian; is this payback for all those white guys who played Charlie Chan?) with a flat head and and the look of someone with severe mental retardation.  As the film goes on, he looks the same, but gets to stand next to miniature trees.  The big fight has him pitted against Baragon, a burrowing quadruped with a cheesy light beam, glowing horn, and big floppy ears.  Since he’s just a guy on his hands and knees in a suit, he looks like he’s trundling along, his ears waggling as he goes.  Not exactly ferocious.  There’s a few good moments when you can only see the creatures in silhouette due to the flames behind them, but the climax is too convenient and completely out of the blue.

For anyone looking for the true, undubbed version, there isn’t one.  American actor Nick Adams, who puts in the same kind of subpar performance here that he would manage in Godzilla vs. Monster Zero delivers his lines in English while the rest of the cast sticks with Japanese.  Choose a version, and someone is dubbed.  I originally saw the American version (everyone except Adams is dubbed) at the theater when I was five.  I recall finding it fun, but stupid, forgettable, and too juvenile (I probably said something like: “That was for babies.”  I doubt I used the term juvenile at the time).  For this review, I watched it in Japanese (Adams is dubbed into that language by a guy with a substantially deeper voice), with English subs.  I can’t say one is better than the other, although the subtitles certainly produce more unintentional humor, unless you think “atomic disease” is a good phrase to replace “radiation poisoning.”  I still found the film occasionally fun (far too occasionally), but stupid, forgettable, and too juvenile.

It is also known as Frankenstein vs. Baragon.  One of its pre-release names was Frankenstein vs. the Giant Devil Fish, where “the Giant Devil Fish” refers to an octopus that Frankenstein fought.  However, the octopus footage was cut.  The scene is rumored to be in the Japanese release, but it was not in the version I watched.

Oct 081965
 
two reels

Beautiful escaped mental patient, Patricia Stanley (Carole Gray), is picked up by Martin (George Baker), a descendent of Andre Delambre, who first created the teleporter.  The two fall in love and marry.  But Patricia knows nothing of his accelerated aging, or the experiments he carries out with his father, Henri (Brian Donlevy), and brother, Albert.  Those experiments have resulted in horrible mutations in human subjects, including Martin’s first wife, who is kept in a cell.

She’s an escapee from a mental institute; he’s a mutant that imprisons his disfigured first wife.  Both are keeping their secrets.  Can these two crazy kids make a go of it?

Six years after the mindless Return of the Fly, we get this creepy horror film that would have worked better without any connection to the previous films, particularly as there is no Fly (I can forgive that as there is no Thin Man in the five sequels to The Thin Man and the Pink Panther gem is missing from a majority of the films that bear that name).  There is a picture of The Fly from the second film, though I’m hard pressed to think when the monster took a moment to pose for publicity photos.

The basic idea is a good one—a mentally unstable but sympathetic girl marrying into a nice family that turns out to be filled with mad scientists.  Directed in a gothic style by James Whale, it would have been powerful.  But this was made for drive-ins, with harsh lighting and cardboard machines.  When we stick with Patricia’s point of view, even the lesser skills of director Don Sharp makes a compelling work.  Her pain and fear are real.  Plus the beginning shot of her breaking out of the asylum, clad only in her underwear and running in slow motion, is beautiful and shows what the film could have been.

But the film doesn’t stay with her.  Instead, suspense is tossed away as we’re given plodding scenes of the Delambres discussing the dangers of teleporting and the need to do it secretly.  I’m lost on why they haven’t gone public and made billions (even a teleporter with problems would be worth a fortune).  Of course they have those mutants to worry about…

As in the previous film, the police work in strange ways.  In this case, they appear to keep a woman sitting on a bare wooden chair in her coat for several days.  Either that, or she keeps popping back (in the same coat), and placing her purse in the same place.  We also have an elderly policeman who sits in bed and explains the film series to anyone who asks.  I could have sworn the half-fly thing was a big secret.  I find all of the police activity in the film hard to believe.

I also find it hard to believe that there wasn’t a single oriental actress in Hollywood who could have played the small supporting role of Wan, the loyal servant.  It’s distracting having this white girl pretend she’s from 1920s film China.

Curse of the Fly is a poorly executed 1950s holdover that has some interesting moments and one well shot scene.

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Oct 031965
 
two reels

Iago (Frank Finlay), enraged that Cassio (Derek Jacobi) has been promoted instead of himself, vows revenge upon his commander, Othello the Moor (Laurence Olivier), as well as Cassio. Othello has recently married the beautiful, young Desdemona (Maggie Smith), much to the regret of the foolish Roderigo (Robert Lang), who wanted her for himself. Iago and Roderigo stir up the racial prejudice of Desdemona’s father, but the Duke sides with Othello and ignore her father’s objections to the marriage. Iago moves on to his real plan, to disgrace Cassio, and than persuade Otherllo that Desdemona is unfaithful.

Director Stuart Burge translates the National Theater’s stage version of Othello for the screen as if simply to make a record of Laurence Olivier’s performance. But it is not just a film of a play. The sets have been massively enlarged, though they are barren and artificial. The camera does not sit in the audience, but moves with the actors. It is a fine halfway between the two worlds. Unfortunately, the actors edge closer to the theater, yelling when they should speak and rolling on the floor when a subtle movement would be more effective. Olivier is the worst offender, always broader than necessarily, and making no allowance for the camera.

But even with such imperfections, it is a notch above any staged version I’ve ever seen. I fear this says more about the general inability to put on a competent production of Othello than it does about this movie.  Certainly Finlay helps the enterprise with a calm and engaging Iago.

However, it is impossible to get swept away as long as the star is covered in bootblack. Just as Romeo and Juliet must be youths, Othello must be racially black; sticking pigtails on a fifty-year-old woman will no more make her an innocent thirteen-year-old than paint and a fake accent will turn a platinum blond Brit into a Moor. It couldn’t have been more distracting if Olivier had played the part with a big red ball on his nose.

Othello is a problematic play and never one of my favorites, and this film does nothing to correct its basic faults. It is a story of complete idiots; no one ever shows any sign of even minimal thought. Iago’s plot is comically simple, the sort of ‘knavery” that would be more suited for one of Shakespeare’s comedies. How can he possibly expect not to be caught? Cassio is a horrible officer to be so easily tripped up and his drinking problem is laughable (though not in any sense that is actually amusing). Desdemona is mindless and chatters on and on about Cassio even when it is obviously upsetting Othello. Sure, she’s an innocent girl, but she ought to be able to catch on when her lord reacts violently to her unending badgering, at least enough to shut up for a while. And, Othello’s “tragic flaw” is not jealousy, but believing whatever he’s told. How could he ever have won a battle? Scholars point to Elizabethan prejudices to explain some of the problems, but that only accounts for Othello himself, and is of little help in enjoying the play. A director must be exceptionally clever, with his own artistic edge, to make Othello work. Burge just flops it out in front of us and hopes that it swims.

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Oct 021965
 
two reels

Astronauts Fuji (Akira Takarada) and Glenn (Nick Adams), from the World Space Authority, land on the mysterious Planet X that lies just beyond Jupiter. The inhabitants are plagued by the giant monster Ghidrah (known there as Monster Zero) and ask to borrow Godzilla and Rodan to fight him. But really, they plan to take over the Earth using their advanced weapons and the monsters. It is up to the astronauts and Fuji’s sister’s inventor boyfriend to free the monsters from alien control and fend off the invasion.

Godzilla vs. Monster Zero took the Godzilla series in a new direction, one that was often repeated in plot, though not in tone. A close kin to The Green Slime and direct descendent of Flash Gordon, it is much more of a space opera than a giant monster movie. The timeframe is uncertain—Godzilla movies had always been set in the present, but in this one, Earth has space ships that can take a crew past Jupiter quickly and repeatedly. The monsters are almost an after thought, and could easily be removed and replaced by any futuristic weapon.

More than the timeframe is out of whack. Nothing makes sense. The science has little to do with…well, science.  There are bizarre devices (a radar thermometer), nonsensical directions in space, incorrect chemical designations (not for something complicated, but for water), and ridiculous astronomy. The engineering is worse (“Hey, let’s build a completely new super weapon and have it ready to go tomorrow”), and no one takes any action that follows from thought or even emotion. The Planet X dudes ask permission to grab the giant monsters, and then go through an elaborate ruse of using them to defeat Ghidrah, when all they needed to do was attack Earth. After demonstrating that they are keen on killing large numbers of humans, they keep alive the one person who could hurt them. Glenn finds the alien commander in his bedroom in the middle of the night, and his only reaction is to ask his girlfriend about it. If I found the leader of Bulgaria rummaging through my bookshelves at 3:00am, I’d make sure someone knew about it.

A Japanese/American co-production, minor U.S. star Nick Adams speaks English throughout and is dubbed for the Japanese release. The rest of the cast speak Japanese and are dubbed for the American release. It’s amusing watching the characters’ lips in any conversation that involves Adams since it is obvious they are speaking different languages.

Actually, watching Nick Adams at any time is amusing, as he over acts in ways previously unseen in Godzilla movies, which is saying something substantial. This is junior high theater-level acting.  However, somehow that doesn’t hurt the movie. We’re too deep into camp.  All the outlandish performances, shoddy spacecraft, and over-the-top action just makes it more fun. That is, with the exception of Godzilla dancing a jig and pretending to box (we’ve left camp and entered moronic). Fans of Mars Attacks will get a laugh from the sound that causes the alien ships to wobble.

Footage is reused from previous movies, but it doesn’t harm anything, and is only noticeable if you already know it’s there. Godzilla looks worse than in his previous five outings. His appearance had been tweaked to make him friendlier. Did anyone need a friendly Godzilla? Ghidrah has been changed as well, but more in strength and behavior. This is a much wimpier critter than in the previous year’s Ghidrah, the Three-Headed Monster.

Godzilla vs. Monster Zero was the last fun Godzilla movie for quite some time. Fans would find few high moments until the mid-eighties when the big guy got to be nasty again.  In 1965, what had once been a force of nature was more than half way through his metamorphoses into the protector of Japan and friend of children.