As a child, THE YOUNG FUTURIST! looked forward to the day after Thanksgiving. There was no school and the special sense of utter freedom due to the extended weekend. Most of all there was the WOR Channel 9 Holiday Film Festival of Godzilla movies. The bliss of sitting on the couch, all snug, with a plate of congealed cold leftover stuffing and a fork ... maybe some slices of turkey ... and a glass of Yoo-Hoo to wash it down. All this and badly dubbed Japanese people screaming as Godzilla and Mothra and Ghidorah and the MechaGodzilla battled endlessly. THE FUTURIST! remembers this so fondly. He would just eat and watch and laugh and feel so unencumbered of any stress. Then ... he would fall asleep, from an overdose of tryptophan and starchy carbohydrates, halfway through the movie marathon with a smile of pure content on his young face.
* THE FUTURIST! does not think, as the announcer states, that Jack Palance was ever in a Godzilla picture. Strange mistake.