THE PLOT TO Godzilla 

A French nuclear test is conducted on an island in the South Pacific in the Mid 1960’s.  Unknown to the rest of the world, a single egg containing a living reptilian embryo is buried in the atomic fallout. 

Present day:  A Japanese oil tanker is ripped to shreds by an unknown force. 
Its single survivor, and elderly cook, lies catatonic in a French 
hospital. 
Only coming to when a lighter is struck near his face, the only thing he is able to say is “Gojira.....Gojira!” 

An American scientist is taken off of his study of Chernobyl earthworms to study the radioactive footprints of an unknown giant creature. 

The monster makes his appearance in NYC after pulling a fishing fleet underwater, scaring an elderly fisherman and tearing up suburbia in the process. It then disappears, having burrowed into Madison Square.

 

Our scientist, Dr. Nick Tatopolous (unconvincingly portrayed by Matthew Broderick) takes leftover blood samples from the street and determines that the monster is preggers via home-pregnancy test kits (HA!) Unfortunately, the good doctor is dismissed when his girlfriend steals top-secret footage and puts it on the air. 

He then teams up with a French Secret Service Agent passing as an insurance investigator to find the creature’s nest.....only to run for his life from infant creatures every bit as vicious as its parent (who was presumed dead after an underwater submarine attack.) 

After the nest is destroyed, Papa (Mama?) re-appears with a vengeance, nearly swallowing a taxi cab with Dock Tata whole, it winds up being caught in bridge suspension cables and (sigh) shot to death with guided missiles. 

Unfortunately, one egg is left, and it hatches.  (Another choke sequel?) 

   

My Thoughts:

My friend and I went to see this film with a certain amount of trepidation. After all, the rumors I had heard so far.....well, it didn’t look so promising!  We thought the people coming out of the theater looked as though they wished they’d spent their money on a root-canal.  Does that tell you something?

Once we finally got past all the endless previews, I was amused at the revelation that the script I had received last winter was indeed authentic. (Someone’s heads are gonna roll.  HAHA!)

With a screenplay like this, I don’t think even James Cameron could have saved this .  Notwithstanding, the SPFX (the underwater ones were especially impressive), the unbelievably trite dialog, trite acting, and cardboard characters one could give a rat’s ass less about, just about surpassed “Godzilla’s Revenge” in the “ridiculous” department.  Not to mention gratuitous building destruction, baby Godzilla scenes straight out “Jurassic Park”, and a romance thrown in there for the sake of a romance even though it had nothing to do with the main plot.

Wanna know the kicker?  The monster is mortally wounded by a fleet of jets and croaks off....Dino DeLaurentis “King Kong” style!

All in all, I found the film to .....suck so bad that it was hysterically funny!  I never thought that would happen.  My reaction was to MS3TK THE HELL out of it....When the monster’s first in the city and all you see is its legs, I made chicken noises.  (BUCK BUCK BGAWK!)  When it made a flying leap into the Manhattan River, I turned to my friend and said, “Ya know, I think we oughta mail in our stubs and have Devlin make us a coconut cream pie, just on the strength of that!”

I would like to publicly thank Devlin for making this film.  I am going through a plethora of personal crises, and I needed the laugh something fierce.  So, Dean, let us know when the direct-to-video sequel is going
to be
released.  :)