https://youtube.com/watch?v=EjNYWCH-fJw
Clip of Godzilla's first attack on Tokyo, from his first Movie - *Godzilla (1954).
70 years later and man, this still holds up. The music, lighting, cinematography, and miniature work portray the sense of dread, mortal danger and destruction.
Everyone should watch Godzilla (1954) at least once. There is an American adaptation called Godzilla, King of the Monsters! (1956) which spliced in scenes of Raymond Burr. Don't bother with that one. !kaijufans
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To any tards who think this is "campy", remember it's made by people who actually did watch Japan burn.
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My first ever Godzilla film was Return of Godzilla (1984), which is deadly serious, like the first film. It wasn't until I was older that I saw how camp and silly the series was in the 70s.
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I went to the Starbucks at the Camino Real Marketplace by myself, like I usually did every morning. I ordered my coffee and sat down on one of their chairs to relax. A few moments later, when I looked up from my drink, I saw a young couple standing in line. The two of them were kissing passionately. The boy looked like an obnoxious punk; he was tall and wore baggy pants. The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them. The boy yelled at me and I quickly ran away in fear. I was panicking as I got into my car and drove off, shaking with rage-fueled excitement. I drove all the way to the Vons at the Fairview Plaza and spent three hours in my car trying to contain my tumultuous emotions. I had never struck back at my enemies before, and I felt a small sense of spiteful gratification for doing so. I hated them so much. Even though I splashed them with my coffee, he was still the winner. He was going home to have passionate heavenly s*x with his beautiful girlfriend, and I was going home to my lonely room to sleep alone in my lonely bed. I had never felt so miserable and mistreated in my life. I cursed the world for condemning me to such suffering.
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