
I don't know what it is about today, but I just can't stop thinking about Godzilla. What is just a big goofy man in a giant lizard suit to some is a childhood icon, hero and tradition to me. Sure, I grew up when Goji was not at the height of his popularity, but watching the Godzilla marathon on WWOR (Channel 9 in NJ/NY) every Thanksgiving was a tradition even more sacred than the damn turkey. Playing with my giant Godzilla toy (with plastic fire tongue and shooting hand) while watching him beat the shit out of King Ghidorah, Megalon, and even the mighty King Kong was something special. Okay, so he didn't really win against Kong, but there was always that false urban legend that somewhere existed an alternate ending with Godzilla as the victor. Oh, if only it were true.
As time went on, Channel 9 forgot about but I didn't and neither did
Mystery Science Theater 3000. Thankfully they only made fun of the ones I probably didn't care that much about, but they sure ripped Gamera a new one. Japanese Laser-discs dubbed to VHS started hitting Chinatown and soon I was able to watch the films the way they were intended, all complete with English subtitles instead of dubbing. Too bad that wasn't legal. Still, that was it. I was now officially a lifelong member of the "Someday giant monsters are going to stomp all over this damn planet and blow shit up" fan club.