I just like movies that make me cry.
Most movies seem to make me cry.
It’s an attractive film, but some of the supporting performances are awkward, even from otherwise reliable actors. That might be an issue of writing: occasionally the slang gets so dense you have trouble parsing what they’re talking about. Belafonte is beautiful, and arguably carries himself with a bit more dignity than you would expect a man $7500 in debt to the mob would. Robert Ryan is becoming one of my favorite actors. I want the soundtrack.
I fully realize that logically this movie makes no sense — “Who is feeding those healthy looking rabbits!” I sez to myself — but I think about this movie regularly, which isn’t true about many of contemporary films. Even just that final shot as “Les Fleurs” swells on the soundtrack lives in my head rent free.
Probably my favorite of the Godzilla sequels, this has a point of view and a formal creativity that a lot of the others lack. I like the James Bond style theme song telling us the earth is dying; I like that the story is centered on a family, rather than the military or government officials; I like Hedorah hitting a smokestack like a bong; I like how gruesome the movie lets itself be. The climactic fight dragged on a bit too long, but it does give us the gift of flying Godzilla.