Godzilla

Right after Japan became the only country to ever see nuclear arms from the wrong end of the smoking barrel and just before they discovered that cartoons with large eyes and breasts would tends to work rather well with the crowd, they made films about giant monsters - the product of the combination of the horrors of nuclear warfare and the wonders of Japanese anime. Godzilla had large eyes like an anime character and radioactive breath as expected of a product of nuclear holocaust. He relied on wacky antics (e.g. destroying cities) like anime, at the same time had green skin like an a-bomb victim from Hiroshima.

In a typical monster movie, everything is easily destroyable by the monster whose name is in the film - everything, including logic and plot. I mean why do the town mayors call for plastic tanks? After 200 Godzilla movies they'd at least have learned that those tanks are no more than waste of taxpayer money that could be better spent on dental plans.

And then there's the issue of big ugly monsters falling in love with cute women. What the hell is up with that? You're a 1,000 ton radioactive death beast - and you fall in love with something that's not even the size of your snot?! If I were Godzilla the only thing I'd love is the sound of tanks crunching and buildings getting vaporized. If I can squash tanks with my feet right now, I don't think I'd have time to get loveydovey with any fleshy distractions.

Everybody in this genre does it. Big monsters falling in love with human girls. Godzilla. Gamera. King Kong. Dodot Jaworski. Maaan I fucking hate Dodot Jaworski, even until now. Because unlike all the rest of those monsters, he actually ended up marrying a then-hot chick - Mikee Cojuanco.

Mikee is pretty, talented, rich, and smart. Dodot is tall. What the fuck?

Wait, what was I talking about again? Dodot sucks.

God I hate it when I get derailed from the topic.