In Korea, a series of earthquakes release the monster Yongary from his underground prison. Angered that they have disturbed his rest he proceeds to rampage through the city tearing down everything in his path. Guns and missiles seem to only increase his energy leaving the brains behind the weaponry at a loss. The solution finally comes via a pint-sized hero named Icho who provides the vital piece of information needed to take the big guy down.
I love monster movies, new ones, and old ones any way you can dish ‘em out. If you asked me as a kid who my hero was I would proudly blurt out Godzilla. Now some of these films can be a real labor to watch, glacially paced, too much deliberating and not enough rampaging, limited monster face time and all that stuff. Lord knows that our beloved Octopunk has trudged through some real snore fests for our benefit. I am happy to report that Yongari delivers the goods like only a man in a rubber suit can.
Sure there is some of this going on; they have to let us know how hard they are trying to get things under control.
Fortunately there is also a whole mess of this going on in between those brainstorming sessions.
Now I can give it to the rug guy, perhaps it was an expensive hand woven piece. But the globe? What the hell was this dude thinking? It reminds me of Steve Martin in The Jerk, “My globe, yeah, that’s all I need.”