In which two closeted gay dads adopt a Gaelic child and do the Original Sin of Capitalism until they find out what a bad idea it is to do that.
I really liked this. It's juuust old enough that it post-dates Godzilla, but pre-dates the 70's suitmation craze. There's a lot of love put into the practical effects (you see some mutant fish props in the beginning that are lovingly crafted but then never used again!) and the rampage sequences…
The thing that really works for me, for the Daimajin movies, is also strangely the thing that holds them back from being truly great. The slow pacing and the fact that it's essentially a folk-horror revenge movie, rather than a standard kaiju flick or Warring Shoguns period medieval drama, is both an incredible strength and a weakness. Daimajin posing over massive natural phenomenon and disasters carries the mystical and folkloric beauty of a painting or an old tapestry, but the…
Maybe the best worst movie I've ever seen. So hilariously nonsensical that you don't even need MST3K riffs to make it a worthwhile watching experience. Everyone is a sweaty 70's beefcake or femme fatale, we've got groovy future sound healers, medieval sword fighting, the Bermuda Triangle, a pulsating brain in a jar... The apex of coked-out, spaced-out 70's weirdness.
