Godzilla Vs. Destroyah
Director: Takao Okawara
Actors: Takuro Tatsumi, Yoko Ishino, Megumi Odaka
Year Released: 1995
Genre: Kaiju
See Also: Gojira, Godzilla Final Wars
I picked up Godzilla Vs. Destroyah because I heard he died in it—whoops, SPOILER—and I wanted to see how Toho made that happen 40 years after they dissolved the original Godzilla in a bunch of Alka-Seltzer tablets. Godzilla's eventual meltdown at the end is pretty spectacular, but getting there is a hard (and often hard to watch) slog.
My copy of Destroyah (dubbed from Tri Star) also includes Godzilla Vs Space Godzilla, the previous entry in the early-90s series. As it came first, I decided to watch it first and thus make my enjoyment of Godzilla's demise all the more pathos-filled. After 15 minutes, I skipped straight to the end. What a pile of shit.
"He's more machine, now, than man." Obi-Wan was talking about Darth Vader there but he may as well have been referencing Godzilla. By the mid-90s, all the humanity of Godzilla had been wiped away by animatronic heads and bulky suits that bore no resemblance to the man trapped deep inside. The result was boring fight sequences in which the monsters barely even touched. Ryuhei Kitamura thankfully injected some old-school brawling into his Godzilla Final Wars, but before that Godzilla Vs. Destroyah had to up the ante to even bigger and bulkier costumes. The final Destroyah is so big, it looks like a Macy's day balloon float flying around Odaiba.
So yeah, Destroyah. What a stupid foe. Part Predator, part Alien, part crab, all lame. Every time it appeared on screen I couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. It was so obviously a mechanical thing. You could practically hear the servos whining whenever it creaked its head around. From the obvious Jurassic Park rip-off sequence with the human-sized crab Destroyah chasing Yoko Ishino around a parking lot, to the final battle with the oversized beast, Destroyah was nothing but crap.
What saves the ponderous Godzilla Vs. Destroyah from being yet another pile of shit is Godzilla's impending doom. The nuclear reactor that is his heart is starting to become unstable, threatening first explosion and then meltdown. Neither reaction is good, as both will lead to the destruction of the Earth's atmosphere and all life on the planet. Godzilla, glowing red with heat and constantly giving off steam, is understandably pissed off. In pain and confusion, he trashes Hong Kong, Taipei and then Tokyo, letting off fire blasts like a terminal cancer patient screaming, "Why me?!" Depicting the big guy in so much pain humanizes him again. At last, he's the monster we remember from our childhoods, not the overgrown Chuck E. Cheese animatronic that Toho so cruelly replaced him with in 1984.
I'll refrain from describing Godzilla's demise and let you experience it for yourself. Suffice it to say, director Takao Okawara does a fine and respectful job of dispatching the big guy to the next world (thanks in large part to a wonderful score by longtime franchise associate Akira Ifukube). Godzilla is dead. Long live Godzilla.
Otaku Alert: Momoko Kochi reprises her role from the original Gojira. It was her last film appearance.


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