Staying Alive
Godzilla is just gonna smash stuff. Every time. No matter what humans do. Award winning actors & big name directors can headline a story where elite military forces wield the most advanced tech on Earth, but none of that will matter. The franchise requires that the big lizard will prevail. There is always entertaining spectacle, but (for me) there's little emotional engagement, because humans are merely gnats buzzing around the feet of The Big G. And so, I prepared for the inevitable cocktail of uninvolving mayhem as the lights went down before the latest Godzilla flick.
However, GODZILLA: MINUS ONE gripped me from the very beginning and didn’t let me go. I was amazed by this. I’d always felt that the sheer futility of any human action in a Godzilla film was the reason that these films would always have little involvement, despite all their spectacle. However, this film defeats those dramatic problems by flying straight into the eye of the storm. The implacable force of Godzilla is flipped, in a judo-throw by writer/director TAKASHI YAMAZAKI, to tell a moving story about human frailty.
After a cataclysmic war, the protagonist (movingly played by RYUNOSUKE KAMIKI) deals with the shame of being a kamikaze pilot who came home. To a Japan utterly firebombed into ashes by Bomber Command. Much of the plot deals with remorse, survivor’s guilt, and people forgiving others & themselves. With loved ones all dead, new families form when complete strangers become attached to each other. Every character is trying to pick up the pieces, and all their stories are affecting.
In this Godzilla film, the human story is the A-story, and Godzilla is actually the B-story, and that’s why it works so well. Here, Godzilla is just a force of nature. Like the earthquakes, tsunamis and typhoons that frequently bash the Japanese archipelago. The A-story is about humans making sense of life after cataclysm, just as the Japanese people have done countless times over the centuries. The frailty of human life is the very point of this story, which seems to ask - are frailty, failure and futility the same thing?
In fact, this could be a moving film about finding meaning amongst the ruins, even without any Godzilla at all. Adding in a rampaging radioactive monster heightens the drama & stakes when these new human connections have been made. Godzilla is the ultimate unstoppable chaos agent, and in the right hands, the perfect vehicle for telling a story about finding meaning after loss, tragedy & defeat. Staying alive by accident, or even cowardice, isn’t a disgrace if something meaningful is done with the life that remains.
I often squirm when a movie is over 2 hours, but GODZILLA: MINUS ONE didn’t feel bloated at all. Every scene and each performance strengthened the whole. It both looked & felt like a blockbuster epic, but apparently cost less than 15 million dollars. It was very impressive indeed.
5 Radioactive Stars!
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The meteor shower scene retold for Rainei? Shinden? whatever ship name we decided on for them.
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“I’ve seen one. The thing was it was in the middle of the battlefield, where everyone else had been eliminated. Except for the one man at my side. Right, Undertaker?” Green eyes looked at Shin from across the room.
“Well that isn’t as romantic as one might have hoped,” Anju said with a sigh.
Over the para-RAID, the Handler laughs.
“And to top it all off, our juggernauts ran outta gas so until Fido came back from whereever he ran off to, we were stuck in the middle of all that carnage with nothing to do but wait.”
“Who’s Fido?”
“Our dog.”
“You have a dog?”
“Well, he’s a very unusual dog. He doesn’t go ‘woof’ so much as he goes ‘beep.’” Daiya added with a shrug.
“Nights on the battlefield are terrifyingly dark. And they seem to go on forever. Then, all of a sudden, the pale silent lights ignite the sky, appearing one after another, and then falling to earth. That is when I made the biggest mistake of my life. Said something weird that shouldn’t have slipped out.”
Shinei looked over at Raiden, somewhat in disbelief that he was really about to tell this particular story. He remembered that night vividly. He knew what came next.
“What did you say, show off?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Well, if Raiden wasn’t going to tell them, Shin could at least take the chance to embarrass the other.
“If this is the last thing I—“
“If this is the last thing I see, then maybe that’s not so bad,” Shinei says, staring right at Raiden. What he doesn’t share is that Raiden wasn’t looking at the stars when he said that. He was looking at Shinei, lips red and swollen.
———
Finally. Silence. Or as close to it as they could get amidst the dwindling flames eating at the last blades of grass around them. After the hours of voices and screams, both in his ears and in his head, Shin would gladly take the crackling of dying flames.
“Your juggernaut’s wrecked.”
He turned, eyes falling on Raiden who stood a few yards away, leaning against his own mech. Which also wasn’t in great shape, to be completely fair.
“Yeah. Fido should be gathering parts from the others.”
He notated the location of each fallen comrade during the battle. Guided them to a safe and peaceful death before returning to the fight. Once he could safely transmit data, he sent the coordinates to Fido to recover as much as he could.
Of course, Shin had failed to consider that the two of them could have used a resupply first.
“What happened back there? You turned off your pararaid. If it weren’t for the Handler’s bitching about it, I would have thought you died.”
Shin gave him a blank look. They both knew Shin was cursed with being unable to die. That’s what made him the Reaper.
“Too many black sheep,” he replied, leaving it at that. Raiden nodded with a soft sigh.
“I wish I could take it from you for a few hours. Share the burden.”
Shin gave a soft chuckle. It was sweet. Touching, even. But he wouldn’t wish this curse on anyone. “You’d change your mind about that pretty quickly. It’s fine. I’m-“
“Used to it. I know. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. I hate seeing you suffer.”
“You’re sounding soft, Raiden. Did you hit your head? Come sit.” Shin wasn’t known for teasing or playful banter, but with Raiden, he was always a little more relaxed. A little more playful.
“Ah, shut it. You worried me, is all.” But still, the green eyed male walked over and sat beside Shin, both leaning back against the juggernaut with the headless skeleton painted on its side.
“You can disconnect from everyone else. But don’t disconnect from me. I need to know you’re okay.”
Shin turned to look at the other male, trying to read what Raiden wasn’t saying and failing. Normally, he could read the other without a problem, but perhaps he was too drained from having to guide so many friends to their graves that day.
“I’ll always make it back at the end of the day.”
Raiden clicked his tongue and clenched his fists in aggravation. “Dammit, Shin. You say that but there’s no guarantee. You’re just as susceptible out there as the rest of us, Especially with the way you wreck your mech!” Raiden turned to face him fully, eyes blazing with a flame that had always drawn Shin in like he was nothing more than a moth. “Just listen to me for once, would ya?”
Shin chuckled and knocked his shoulder against Raiden’s. “Alright. Sorry. Forgive me?”
Raiden scoffed and turned away, turning his eyes to the sky instead. “Yeah. Whatever.”
They were silent after that. Shin actually found himself drifting off, eyes heavy with the weight he’d carried that day. He didn’t usually sleep very well, especially not somewhere so open and dangerous. But there was a certain level of comfort that always came with being beside Raiden. His mind knew that even if all hell broke lose, the other would protect him long enough for Shin to get his own bearings.
“Hey. Shin. Look.” Raiden jostled his shoulder, causing Shin’s head to bounce. He hadn’t realized he’d slumped against the other. Blinking slowly, Shin opened his eyes and looked to Raiden, who was pointing to the sky. Following his direction, Shin looked to the sky in time to see dozens of stars shooting across the deep blue sea before burning out of view.
He’d never seen a meteor shower before. He’d heard of them of course. But the stars were never a thing of interest for him. They were just something that happened. The same as trees or rocks in his path.
But this. This made it abundantly clear why people spoke so highly of the stars.
His vision was eclipsed by dark hair and bright green eyes. Before he could react, warm lips were pressed to his. Shin froze from the initial shock, but took only a moment to melt into it and return the kiss. They may have stayed like that for hours, or maybe just a few seconds. Shin wasn’t sure. For once, he’d stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, stopped waiting.
Shin never allowed himself to get too attached and develop feelings for others. Not only was it due to the very real threat that everyone he knew would be gone tomorrow, but he also simply held no interest in romantic relationships. He didn’t feel that pull everyone else spoke about. He couldn’t say he exactly felt it now, either. But what he did feel was…
Nice. This was nice. If he thought about it, anyone else trying the same move on him wouldn’t have had the same result. Somewhere in Shin’s mind, he knew he’d accepted the kiss and returned it because it was Raiden.
“If this is the last thing I see, then maybe that’s not so bad.”
Shin’s cheeks burned red, a feeling he was not quite accustomed too, and he turned away from Raiden’s intense gaze.
And honestly? He held the same opinion.
——
Everyone at the barracks laughed, pulling Shinei from his thoughts. A small smile remained on his lips, a near foreign expression most days.
“It sounded good at the time!” Raiden said to everyone before pointing at Shinei, eyes burning with that familiar flame again. “Give me a break, man. I see you laughing, don’t try to hide it.”
And at that, everyone turned for the rare opportunity to see Shinei laugh.
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