Maybe it’s my age, but even the Matthew Broderick version, I just love me some Godzilla.  The Smog monster is a clear memory, as is the little singing twins in the O.G. Mothra movie.  And the little kid in the blow-up floating device, I think it was a duck, that I don’t recall, but this kid almost got sucked into the whirlpool the new foe was creating.  Just thinking about that moment, makes my heart race.  I don’t recall that bad guy’s name.  You can not go wrong with Perry Mason in a B monster movie.

I don’t go to many movies in a theater these days.  When my kids are visiting from University during the holidays, I try to keep a family tradition of dinner and a movie, Christmas eve.  This past season, my son was the only one to make it home, and we splurged and saw two.  The new Star Wars – ehhh,  and the new Jumanji.  I laughed too loud according to my son, and it is still not as stressful as the original.

Godzilla – King of the Monsters was perfect.  My only sadface was I don’t have speakers hooked up to the tv, which is dumb, since I have 5 sets! I didn’t get the satiating roar of the beast.  Silly all way round.  If you go in wanting sophistication, you will not understand the hidden awesomeness of it all.

Every new Godzilla movie takes me back to Parker Avenue, Atherton California.  I was probably 8.  There was a tv show, The Creature Feature, that satisfied all the B movie lovers.  I am sure the first time I tried to watch the Blob was on that show.  Couldn’t do it.  Anyway, there was a Godzilla movie marathon, and I don’t recall how many we watched, but I will confess, one is really enough for an evening.  And at the end of the run would be Bambi vs. Godzilla.

Now being 8, I just had to see, and my mother was game as well.  My brother did not make it, and went to bed.  He has taken that sensibility with him into adulting.  However, my mother and I did, and after the commercial, the thing we had been waiting for, was finally up. Of course neither of us noticed the same name pop up in every job as the credits rolled up and Bambi ate some nice looking clover.  And then splat, over.  The End pops up.  We even waited through another set of commercials, because, by golly, that couldn’t have been it.  The host came back on, only to sign off.  Pissed, we were, my mother and I.  We laugh about it still.

This is a new spot on the site, and I figured the King was a good way to begin.  I will be posting odds and ends I find interesting, and also share stories I have submitted to writing contest, that don’t come back a winner.  I will even ask you to participate and offer up some of your musings.  Email me at [email protected]  And be sure to check back now and again, to see mine.