When I was a little girl, I watched a LOT of Godzilla movies. Godzilla was my hero. Yes, a giant radioactive lizard was my hero. Go ahead and laugh. Don't give me Gamera, supposed 'friend to children', I wanted the big guy. Remember the big plastic Godzilla they had back in the eightys, with like, four points of articulation and hard as a rock? Yeah, that's what went to bed with me every night. Sad, yes?
So for those that know are saying (anybody?), that's not Godzilla, that's Mecha Ghidorah. I know, I'm getting to that. I LOVE King Ghidorah, there's even a little bobble-head version on my dashboard. HATED Mecha Ghidorah. Can't really give a reason why. May have been those goofy solar-sail wings of his. So my beloved Godzilla gets a day off, cause I would really like to see Astro Boy beat the snot out of him.
