You've probably heard there's a new "Godzilla" coming, and the pointy fella's not looking to give humanity a hug. The last time this happened on a large scale, with the 1998 "Godzilla" remake, I yawned, dragged my butt over to the theater to watch Matthew Broderick go to battle, and left feeling thoroughly unimpressed.
I have memories of weekend mornings as a child, hiding behind a pillow as my brother and I watched old black-and-white monster movies on television. "The Deadly Mantis" was particularly terrifying, but I always got a thrill when spiny-backed Godzilla showed up, rising out of the waves, hauling a desperate nuclear legacy behind him. It didn't matter if he was stomping on cities or going at it with Mothra. Godzilla was a star of my childhood movie memories.… Read more