Showing posts with label giant monster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giant monster. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

In short: Caltiki, The Immortal Monster (1959)

A group of scientists (at first I took them to be archaeologists, but later developments show them to be of the fabulous two-fisted all-round scientist persuasion I highly approve of) explores some Mayan ruins to finally answer the question why the Mayans one day just up and left their cities to settle in a far away region.

After some rumblings of the local volcano open a hole in the wall of a ruin, they discover a hidden temple to the terrible god Caltiki and the answer to their question. Caltiki was a very real being, a gigantic monocellular organism with a healthy appetite for just about everything. When a radioactive comet came close to Earth, it turned out that Caltiki thrived on radioactivity and reacted with nigh unstoppable growth. Hence the Mayans' flight. But Caltiki is still very much alive.

Fortunately for the expedition, their leader Dr. John Fielding (John Merrivale) is a man of action who knows what to do with a giant monster and truck full of gasoline.

Less fortunate is the fact that the expedition takes a piece of Caltiki with them. And wouldn't you know, the radioactive comet is coming around again soon...

 

Most of the things I read about Caltiki let me expect this to be a typical middling Fifties monster movie, with the direction of Riccardo Freda and photography, effects and parts of the direction by Mario Bava as its only interesting features.

After having seen it in all its glory, I declare Caltiki to be one of the best monster movies of the Fifties. Sure, it has the usual silly science and standard plot points, but presents everything with a lot of verve and tempo. It helps a lot that the b-plot isn't the usual unromantic romance but the story of one of the expedition's survivors going mad and complicating the work of our heroes. It's a nice way to keep the level of interest up.

The special effects are cheap but fine. Caltiki (of the formless, pulsating mass variety) is a great monster and to my mind even a little Lovecraftian in type as a creature that just grows and grows and eats, while it never acts or thinks or plans still destroying everything that surrounds it through its mere presence.

Finally the film just looks gorgeous. Freda and Bava provide mood-building framing, great looking sets, a surprising amount of gore and every lighting trick known in black and white pictures, all the while keeping the movie dynamic; the last point being something that is often painfully absent from monster films of the era.

 

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Yongary - Monster From The Deep (1967)

South Korea, somewhere on Bizarro Earth. What a family! Ona, daughter of the head of South Korea's space program (just go with it) has just married Sung, son of the country's prime minister and top astronaut (or is it only astronaut). While their parents and Ona's sister Suna (without any redeeming features) and her boyfriend/would-be-boyfriend/who-the-hell-knows Ilu (Ilo?) - genius scientist - mouth off terrible nonsense (something you will get used to during Yongary), the happily married pair drives off to their atrociously looking wedding suite set, they are attacked by a sudden itch to scratch themselves (just go with it - there is no other choice). Luckily, Ilu finds the two before they can scratch themselves to death (no, it won't get any less painful). He promptly drags the prime minister's youngest son Kenny Icho out of the bushes, who has misused Ilu's newest invention, the itching ray, on the pair.

After this little problem is solved, the newlyweds land in said set and we soon see them doing what newlyweds tend to do. She is sitting in the suite and pouts, while her husband sits on something that is supposed to be a terrace and stares wistfully at a piece of cloth with painted stars (aka the night sky) on it.

Before they can continue to even more exciting activities, a blinking doo-dad calls for Sung's return to home base (so, yes, he is the only astronaut around).

Some nation in the Middle East seems to be performing atomic testing, so obviously South Korea has to investigate what other world powers like Liechtenstein would ignore. The best way to observe tests like this is obvious: Launch a capsule into orbit to observe from there. All goes more or less well, but the atomic testing seems to have awoken a living earthquake that promptly starts to make its way to Korea.

What ever may it be? We are very much surprised to learn that yes, Bob, this is a Giant Monster moving underground. As soon as the bad copy of Gojira with a horn on its nose appears, we wish it would have stayed underground.

South Korea's forces (consisting of - count them! - two tanks) are quickly overwhelmed and the fire-breathing thing quickly dubbed Yongary goes on a very mild rampage, full of bad matte work, modeling that permanently gets the perspectives wrong and not much entertainment value.

Finally, the Kenny runs away to observe the monster more closely. He quickly learns two important facts about the beastie. Firstly, it drinks oil (just like Gamera! What a coincidence!). Secondly, it seems to be allergic against ammonia.

But woe! Nobody except super scientist Ilu believes him, so the military is allowed to launch a guided missile strike against Yongary, something which, as Ilu explains, will only help to energize it (no, I don't see a connection between drinking oil and getting blown to bits either, but oh well).

Or will, as really happens, strike Yongary unconscious. The Kenny can't let the monster rest, though, so he sneaks away again, this time bringing his stolen itching ray device with him, and attacks the helpless sleeper with it. Yongary wakes up again and starts to scratch himself in an incredibly stupid way, explained by Icho as "dancing" and accompanied by music supposedly meant as surf guitar. I think.

Now the prime minister has no other choice than to put Icho's ammonia plan into action (I personally would have stuffed the little bugger into the next closet - it's possibly not too bad I don't have any kids). It works marvelously. The big one really dislikes ammonia so much that he dies of severe, gory, rectal bleeding, polluting a river as his final evil deed. No, really.

The End.

 

Friday, June 13, 2008

I watched

the original Japanese cut of Gojira again yesterday night. I have already posted my two thoughts about it here.

But the great And You Call Yourself A Scientist published an utterly brilliant review of the film, which I urge everyone to read and gush about.