(You’re now inside my head, dear readers…and yes, you’re f$&ked!)
On Monday, I was fortunate enough to watch Pacific Rim on the big screen. To put it simply: It rocked! There, you can now skip over the rest of this blog post, throw on some pants, and ask the nearest pretty girl/guy (or both!) to accompany you to your local movie theater where you’ll be able confirm this scientific fact for yourselves. (Pants are optional!)
Pacific Rim was probably the most fun I’ve had at the movies since The Avengers. No joke. I loved The Dark Knight Rises. Iron Man 3 was pretty good, and Silver Linings Playbook might just be one of my favorite movies of all time. But Pacific Rim…it’s hard to put into words.
GIANT ROBOTS & GIANT MONSTERS PUNCHING EACH OTHER IN THE FACE AND SHIT!
If you need more than the above tagline to convince you that it’s worth your while to go watch this movie on the biggest screen available to you, how about this: Pacific Rim is one of the few good summer blockbusters with an original story. It’s not a prequel or a sequel or based off a comic book or a remake or any of that nonsense that Hollywood loves spewing out. And while it certainly pays homage to movies like Godzilla and tv shows like Gundam Wing (and MechWarrior video games and Transformers all kinds of other awesome), I’d say it’s more of a love letter than a rehash.
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Does the movie suffer from not having the best characterization ever? Maybe. But you have to remember that we’ve all been spoiled by The Dark Knight. I don’t think any genre film (that is to say, sci-fi, fantasy, techno-thriller, etc) is ever going to match that comic-bomb of awesomness. And besides, who goes to a movie like this expecting to come across some intense character drama? You go to this movie so you can sit in your chair smiling like an idiot (like I did!) while you watch Jagers battle Kaiju in oceans, across cities, and even in outer space.
Pacific Rim brought out the little kid in me, and I really had to dig down deep in order to fight the urge to wake up my children in the middle of the night so that we could all play with their toys.
There’s a lot to love about this movie. But instead of listening to me ramble on and on about all the fun little nuances (like the iconic Russian theme music that played every time the Cherno Alpha Jaeger was on screen) you should go and see it for yourself. Maybe I’ll see you there, with my wife and children in tow (sorry babe but you’re not getting out of this one!)