In the original demonstroustive lobotomy, Godzilla haunts the forbidding seas, nuclear testing having enabled his reemergence, with fabled bellicose unfiltered brawn.
Ships begin to disappear and the mainland must take observant action, and indeed scientifically investigate the forlorn embattled terrified region.
Island legend warns of a giant-dinosaur-like-creature who once roamed the surrounding waters, in excruciating flagrant frenzy from time to time or epoch to epoch.
Upon arrival, noted scientists bask in prehistoric awe, as the colossal-beastie revels chaotically throughout the aggrieved distant locus.
ReBorn of nuclear experiment which greatly enhanced his body armour, invoking proclamations of invincibility throughout the industrious domain.
Yet another disastrous weapon may be able to resoundingly sting however.
Its creator hesitant to deploy its hubris.
In light of fervent fee-fi-fo-fum.
Making much more of a tantalizing attempt to bombastically craft a compelling narrative, the first enraged Godzilla feature proceeds rather like a serious film.
Complete with a definitive way to radically save their island home, as opposed to the habitual acquiescence to Godzilla's unhinged distraught fury.
Reminding me at poignant points of ye olde Frankenstein or even Dracula, there's much much more of a diabolical urge to effervescently ferment a legitimate film here.
With the incumbent scientist battling his will to painstakingly study the ancient beast, as it recklessly employs surreal embittered conspicuous contumacious brevity.
If only Godzilla had peacefully remained inattentively submerged below, and refused to unleash devastation at random upon the unsuspecting surface.
Nuclear experiment having audaciously mutated his once sedate and aloof spirit.
Grandiose ambition, ominous relief.
Fortuitous fuel.
For so many sequels.
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