“History shows again and again,” wrote Buck Dharma, “how nature points up the folly of men.” Meaning, for those unfamiliar with Blue Öyster Cult’s 1979 monster hit, one Godzilla, 20-story-tall king of the monsters, and the most fearsome city-stomper in the history of cinema. Decades of sequels, tag-team monster mash-ups, and shitty Hollywood remakes have not blunted the sheer cinematographic force, let alone metaphorical heft, of Honda Ishirô’s Godzilla. Rarely has the open wound of widespread devastation been transposed to celluloid with greater visceral impact. Put another way, Godzilla is the Germany Year Zero of monster movies.
The film’s impetus was a series of undeclared H-bomb tests conducted by the U.S. military at Bikini Atoll in March of 1954, a maelstrom into which a lone Japanese fishing boat, christened with terrible irony Lucky Dragon 5, sailed unawares. Exposure to clouds of irradiated fallout, dubbed “death ash” by the sailors, led to the swift demise of at least one crewmember. The incident, restaged as the opening sequence of Godzilla, would have alerted Japanese audiences from the get-go that they were in for more than just another creature feature. Add to that frequent mention of matters of wartime survival, whether the firebombing of Tokyo or the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and it becomes something of an open secret that Godzilla represents American military might in all its blind destructiveness.
Stylistically, Godzilla fluctuates between noir-refracted stylization (early scenes are heavy on window blind-filtered lighting) and documentary verisimilitude (radio and TV broadcasts abound). Honda bides his time, building up a free-floating atmosphere of atomic-age anxiety by withholding any glimpse of the Big Bad until 20 minutes in, emphasizing instead the aftermath of Godzilla’s destructive path from maritime menace to the scourge of Odo Island, where it takes out the sole survivor of its second ship-sinking, before wading its way into Tokyo Bay.
The other narrative strand concerns a conventional love triangle centered on Emiko (Kôchi Momoko), daughter of renowned archeologist Dr. Yamane (Shimura Takashi). For the sake of narrative expediency, Emiko is torn between her crush on Ogata (Takarada Akira), a salvage ship captain, and an arranged marriage with ugly duckling Serizawa (Hirata Akihiko), who’s invented the doomsday weapon that can put an end to Godzilla’s reign of terror.
It would be wrong to conclude that Godzilla heaps all of its eggs in one effects-driven basket, caring little for its human-sized drama: Honda infuses Serizawa’s conscientious desire not to unveil his prototype weapon, knowing full well doing so will inevitably lead to an escalating Oxygen Destroyer race, with sufficient emotional charge. In fact, considering how the nominal lead, Ogata, is presented as a sidelined and acutely feckless observer, Serizawa ought to be seen as Godzilla’s secret hero, especially given his film-concluding act of self-sacrifice.
Interestingly, this ultimate state of affairs flies smack in the face of Serizawa’s initial presentation. The character’s dark glasses, eye-patch, and facial scars (owing to injuries, we’re matter-of-factly told, suffered during the war) might lead viewers to put him down as a sort of Japanese Dr. Strangelove, which his mad-scientist laboratory and unexplained-until-the-11th-hour death-dealing device seem to confirm. It’s a nifty little subversion of expectations, then, that Serizawa ends up the locus of viewer identification.
Furthermore, the artistry of Tsuburaya Eiji’s special-effects work encompasses far more than the sheer spectacle of a man in a rubber suit laying waste to those scale-model cityscapes. Tsuburaya and his team seamlessly integrate composites and matte paintings into the mise-en-scène; for every obvious—and potentially risible—miniature, there are a handful of effects-laden shots that still pack an affective wallop. In particular, Godzilla’s nighttime incursion into Tokyo proper, and the resultant swath of destruction, possesses a psychotronic potency, an air of abreacted absurdity, reminiscent of the Do Lung bridge sequence in Apocalypse Now. As though implacable death from above were somehow intrinsic to the human condition. Then again, taking the long view of 20th-century history, perhaps it is.
Image/Sound
There goes Tokyo…and the devastation never looked more spectacular than in Criterion’s new 2060p 4K UHD presentation. Given the limitations inherent in source materials that have run the gauntlet of incessant handling, as well as the depredations of endless in-camera optical effects work, Godzilla looks mighty impressive. The deep, dense chiaroscuro of Tamai Masao’s cinematography overpowers lingering traces of almost omnipresent artifacts.
The LPCM mono track opens with ominous crashing footfalls and Godzilla’s thunder-lizard roar reverberating to awe-inspiring effect. Ifukube Akira’s ostinato-reliant modernist score, so iconic it’s been reused in every subsequent sequel, propels the film along with nerve-ratcheting efficiency practically until the end, when Ifukube cools things down with a mesmerizing hymn to peace, which he both wrote and conducted, sung by a girls choir reputedly 2,000 strong.
Extras
Criterion carries over the impressive slate of supplements from their earlier Blu-ray release. First up, they include both the original 1954 Japanese-language original and the 1956 English-language Godzilla, King of the Monsters! as reworked by professional editor Terry Morse. The reworked version, starring Rear Window-era Raymond Burr, is different enough to warrant examination in its own right, as it juggles the original’s narrative building blocks, adds many entirely new scenes, and integrates Burr Zelig-like into already extant scenes.
Both versions feature an effusive, informal, and informative commentary track by film historian David Kalat, who’s good at delineating the Venn diagram overlap between Honda Ishirô and the works of Kurosawa Akira, with whom Honda worked both early and late in his career. (Honda co-wrote Kurosawa’s final films from Kagemusha on.) In Godzilla, this link is most evident via the presence of Shimura Takashi, the star of at least 20 Kurosawa films. On the American version, Kalat does a fine job laying out a brief history of importing and merchandising foreign films in this country, as well as the fiscal considerations behind the dub-versus-subtitle debate.
Also included are a 10-minute interview with film critic Sato Tadao, a featurette that demonstrates various photographic effects used, and a 10-minute essay on the Lucky Dragon 5 incident. It’s more than a trifle odd to witness the battered hull of the ship, rescued from the scrap heap by the Japanese government, now on display in a museum/shrine and visited daily by hordes of schoolchildren. Additionally, almost two hours’ worth of interviews let surviving actors, special effects technicians, and composer Ifukube Akira speak their piece.
The foldout insert provides a pleasant, unbilled surprise: a fiery red popup Godzilla. A booklet featuring bold, black-and-white illustrations by Bill Sienkiewicz includes a characteristically insightful, tightly written essay by former Village Voice film critic J. Hoberman.
Overall
Criterion’s new UHD release of Godzilla gives the big lizard a welcome 4K makeover, and includes all the excellent extras found in its earlier Blu-ray release.
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Cast: Shimura Takashi, Takarada Akira, Kôchi Momoko, Hirata Akihiko, Murakami Fuyuki, Sakai Sachio, Ogawa Toranosuke, Yamamoto Ren, Suzuki Toyoaki, Hayashi Kan, Sakakida Keiji, Onda Seijiro, Sugai Kin, Kôdô Kokuten, Oikawa Takeo, Mano Tsuruko, Imaizumi Ren, Nakajima Haruo, Tezuka Katsumi Director: Honda Ishirô Screenwriter: Murata Takeo, Honda Ishirô Distributor: The Criterion Collection Running Time: 96 min Rating: NR Year: 1954 Release Date: November 5, 2024 Buy: Video
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