It's funny how a movie that you've pretty much loathed your whole life can hit you just right when you haven't seen it for a while...I too have been rewatching the Godzilla series on-and-off thanks to the gorgeous recent DVD releases, and I decided to give SON OF GODZILLA a spin last night.

For some reason, it got me thinking about my relationship with my father! He's been on my mind a lot recently since mom reminded me that he'll be turning 60 this year. Dad is one of those parents who's always felt that he never did enough for us kids (even though he and mom are still together and he was always around when he could be) or that he could have been a better father. Watching Godzilla teach Minilla/Minira/whatever how to blow fire, saving him from Kumonga/Spiega, and then huddling with him on the island as the snow started coming down (which has always brought a tear to my eye too, Joe, so you're not alone!)...I don't know, it got me thinking what a lucky son I am to have the dad that I do (especially dad was never one who looked down on me or was disappointed that I'd rather watch Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein than hit a baseball...). Weird huh?

Monster kids...what softees we mortals be!