I wanted to … make [Rorschach] as like, ‘this is what Batman would be in the real world’. But I have forgotten that actually to a lot of comic fans, ‘smelling’, ‘not having a girlfriend’, these are actually kind of heroic! So Rorschach became the most popular character in Watchmen. I made him to be a bad example. But I have people come up to me in the street and saying: ‘I AM Rorschach. That is MY story’. And I’d be thinking: ‘Yeah, great. Could you just, like, keep away from me, never come anywhere near me again as long as I live?’
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
Unlike Godzilla, Pacific Rim doesn’t try to be serious even when it’s being serious. Characters have names like Stacker Pentecost and Hercules Hansen. The film requires you to believe that the best way to battle a giant monster is to build an even larger robot to fight that monster.
Much of the Act 2 drama derives from inter-pilot tension airlifted from the Val Kilmer scenes in Top Gun. It’s the polar opposite of the Godzilla school of drama, where everyone is a total professional who has absolutely no personal goal besides Saving The World. In Pacific Rim, Idris Elba is Rinko Kikuchi’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, and two of the last Giant Robot-pilots in the world frequently get into sneering fights over who’s the bigger badass, and Charlie Day is a scientist.
So, for all these reasons, Pacific Rim is a movie that I’ve heard perfectly smart people describe as “stupid” or “silly.” The problem with this line of thinking is that, really, that every blockbuster is pretty “silly,” in the context of Things Adults Should Care About. Godzilla is not less stupid than Pacific Rim just because people frown more. […]
The difference, I think, is that Pacific Rim glories in its own silliness. There’s a flashback scene where Idris Elba rescues a little girl, and when he emerges from his giant robot, the sun shines upon him like he’s the catharsis in a biblical epic. There’s a moment when one giant robot swings an oil tanker like a sword. Then it grows a sword out of its wrist. Then it falls from space to earth.
There are real complaints to make about Pacific Rim, I guess, all of them fair and most of them pedantic. I know a lot of people who have issues with the story. (“Why didn’t they use the wrist-sword earlier?” is a popular one.) Conversely, I don’t really know anyone who minds the story in Godzilla, possibly because everything stupid that happens is prefaced by Frowning Watanabe saying “This is why the stupid thing that’s about to happen makes sense.” Godzilla wants so badly to make sense. Pacific Rim wants so badly for Ron Perlman to wear golden shoes.
Darren Franich, “Entertainment Geekly: A call for an end to serious blockbusters” (via rahleighs)
*EMPHATIC UPWARD GESTURES* First thing I said after Godzilla: “Two hours. And not a single joke.”
THIS is the fundamental failure of the film. You cannot make us give a shit about white tear-bots if they possess no emotion other than indignant anguish. Give me Pacific Rim any day.
Godzilla is a film about the terrifying awesomeness of nature, personified by giant beasts which neither know nor care about the humans they are crushing beneath their feet. (Except for moments when the MUTOs suspect the tiny annoying things should be killed, and Big G may or may not make eye contact with something the same size as his corneas.)
Pacific Rim isn’t about the kaiju. It’s about a group of people coming together in a desperate effort to save the world or win the championship or defeat the Nazis — it comes from a long tradition of stories about ragtag heroes vs the bad guys.
Just the fact that they both have giant monsters in them doesn’t make them all that comparable. The tones are completely different.
The facts are these: this photo as well as that of a gaping anus were found on my phone dating to before the Wednesday just past (03/09).
How did they get there?
Who did this to me?
Who is this dildo wielding gentleman?
Why are his eyes so gentle and mysterious?
Will you tell me your secrets, dildo man?
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