Yesterday, six weeks after I saw it, l finally managed to crack off my review of Pacific Rim. I was commenting on how few truly great giant monster movies there have been and I think it holds true for comics too, unless you count Galactus as a giant monster as he's solid gold almost every time. l did a review recently of Godzilla: the Half-Century War which was hands down the best Godzilla story l've seen or read. Issue 19 of the old Marvel Godzilla series, on the other hand, is about as awful as anything involving Minilla, the big guy's tiny smoke-ring blowing adopted son.
This book features a 5-7-foot tall Godzilla roaming the streets of New York aimlessly after Hank Pym irradiated him with Pym particles. His best friend Rob Takiguchi finds him and covers him up with a floppy-brimmed hat and a trench coat but their somehow casual appearance makes then a target for thugs (first) and Dum Dum Dugan and his boys (second). It's all thoroughly ridiculous and embarrassing.