When I was fourteen, Godzilla premiered in theaters. You know the one, with Matthew Broderick and Hank Azaria. It was an awesome creature feature in its day, in my opinion. After it came out on DVD my dad bought it. I remember that night because it was the first movie we watched on our brand new surround sound system. Of course it was epic! We felt like we were back in the theater. The rain was pouring all around us, and at the end, when Godzilla's heart was slowing down, our whole house shook with every thump.
Well, after that, my dad thought it would be just as awesome to introduce my sister and I to the Godzilla he grew up with. You know the one, from the 50's and I think he had one from the 70's too. He found them on VHS and brought them home. He was so excited. So we sat down, pressed play and started attaching. Needless to say, after watching the new movie, the old ones looked a little......different. Being teenagers, my sister and I started laughing at them. After all, we had just watched a very realistic Godzilla terrorize New York. I think we hurt my dad's feelings, whenever we talk about it now, his bottom lip pokes out.
So, flash forward almost twenty years and now my generations Godzilla is outdated. Some of the graphics are laughable compared to the newest special effects Hollywood is rolling out. So when Connor came bringing Godzilla to me asking to watch it, I didn't know whether to laugh or cringe, because I suddenly found myself in my Daddy's place. (I had to stop the movie, having forgotten how much bad language was in it. I didn't want Connor hearing it or repeating it. He'll have to wait until he's a little older.)
But just having my child watch Godzilla made me think about when I watched my Dad's Godzilla. There is a new version of Godzilla about to premier in theaters. I'm sure it will make the 1998 Godzilla look about as silly as the 50's Godzilla looked to us.
