THE STATE OF THE GENRE: I Sing the Body Gigantic
The latest installment of my State of the Genre column is up at Fear Zone. This time I wax nostalgic about my much beloved, and much missed, giant rubber monsters.
Let me get an embarrassing admission out of the way right up front. Back when I was in college, I ran a Godzilla Film Club. Yes, that's right, while other students were practicing with their rock bands or rehearsing plays or making out with their significant others, once a month on Thursday nights I reserved one of the school's AV rooms -- which back in the late 1980s/early '90s was little more than a small room with a big TV and a VCR -- and made use of my own private stash of VHS tapes to show all the classic Godzilla movies from the 1950s through 1985. Sometimes the screenings were devoid of anyone but me and the student who was earning extra credit for her theater curriculum by hitting the play button on the VCR and sticking around to make sure the TV didn't explode.
Go check out "I Sing the Body Gigantic" and let me know what you think, especially if you love giant monsters as much as I do.
Let me get an embarrassing admission out of the way right up front. Back when I was in college, I ran a Godzilla Film Club. Yes, that's right, while other students were practicing with their rock bands or rehearsing plays or making out with their significant others, once a month on Thursday nights I reserved one of the school's AV rooms -- which back in the late 1980s/early '90s was little more than a small room with a big TV and a VCR -- and made use of my own private stash of VHS tapes to show all the classic Godzilla movies from the 1950s through 1985. Sometimes the screenings were devoid of anyone but me and the student who was earning extra credit for her theater curriculum by hitting the play button on the VCR and sticking around to make sure the TV didn't explode.
Go check out "I Sing the Body Gigantic" and let me know what you think, especially if you love giant monsters as much as I do.
