So…a while back on a Saturday morning, feeling pretty rough,
my husband was subjecting our little girl to his latest bad movie. I should
explain from the outset that my husband has a very high tolerance for bad
movies…I mean really high. While he is watching a movie, his mind will
literally insert a better movie and he will believe that this is the ACTUAL
MOVIE. You know how bad a film is if his programming fails to institute
this..so far Ghost Rider 2 has been the film where this programming failed….but
enough of him. This Saturday in particular he put on Pacific Rim.
Initially, I was hesitant because I had pretty much written
this off as Centurions do Clobbering time. I was going to run off back to my
hole and then my programming kicked in…the thing about Saturday mornings being the
most excellent time to watch anything where entire cities get laid to
waste…bloody hell that was my childhood with Tizwazz and Number 73 interludes.
So I sit there and I watch. I have to say that it was better than I thought and
I didn’t expect much.This is not a film review but the question I have to ask is when the hell did everyone get so highbrow that we can’t just enjoy a bit of Mechsuit Cavalcade? The reviews for Pacific Rim have been mixed but the main thing that moved me to sit in my corner and tap this out was the monsters.
To my mind, we have fallen out of love with the monster.
Horror is overly obsessed these days with the horror being human and the drop
in the price of effects mean that we get to see every flipping detail in
glorious HD because, why tell a good story with a decent script when you can
just show up close torture and gore for 2hours.We get it, humans are awful
yadda yadda oh look a deserted asylum/torture dungeon……….fade to red.
Rant aside….I watched and then watched again with friends
who jumped on the sofa and swore at the smackdown was laid. I watched these
scenes unfold before me and it dawned on me that this film was a strength, the
humans are mere backdrop. It’s the creatures we want to see and boy are they
beautiful. The Kaiju are great to watch and the Jaeger’s taking them on is
great..dare I say it, it’s like how I wished Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was.
The monster mash up is not just the set piece, it is what the film is about.
The human story pales into insignificance because it is supposed to, we want
mech and monsters getting knocked the fuck out.
It is so much harder to stop and infuse that Monster with a
heartbeat, a story, something that makes you as the audience take a minute and
wonder why the hell we are running and what exactly are we afraid of. Guillermo
taking the reins of Hellboy was heaven sent and for me, one of the best scenes
is when Hellboy is destroying a creature that is the last of its kind in
defence of people who, let’s be honest behave exactly like humans do,
judgemental, screaming, anger filled and I wished in that moment that it was
wrong, that it was a gross exaggeration as he hands the baby he rescues back.
And as we watch this wonderful sight, this amazing fantastical creature die
right before us, we are the monsters. We are the ones whom despite appearances
were the most base, the most hard to look at. I was embarrassed to be human in
that moment.
There is something special in being able to take our idea of
the monstrous and turn it completely on its head. From Reaper to Kronen,
Sam-i-el the desolate one, Abe and the wonderful markets to the fantastical
Kaiju, the creatures that Guillermo presents, move and live. They cling to
life.
The world thought it was an amazing thing when James Cameron
created Pandora and essentially went all Will Wright to bring Avatar to life.We
do not show the same awe to Guillermo and his work reminds me of the great Ray
Harryhausen. Ideas that belonged in the pages of the oldest tales brought forth
for my Sunday afternoon pleasure. I remember seeing Medusa in Clash of the
Titans and literally bricking it which is why I cannot watch the latest
version.
In this blog, the first of a fresh new year, I want to take
some time to give a huge shout out to the genius that is Guillermo Del Toro. I can only hope that he continues to make us wonder who the Monsters really are out there.
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