Tonight flipping through the TV

we find Godzilla versus Rodan. In Japan, you tell me,

giant monster movies are called kaiju films. Replicas of

genetic fear, I say, a pop culture critic might say,

I say. Anyway, we say, let's watch them pummel each other

for a while! They're stomping and punching and swooping, swinging

their tails and obliterating skyscrapers. Steel bridges

collapsing left and right. But this is all too fake, I say, I want

people! And then like magic, there they are! Like leaves

before they're raked. How stupid, I say, they're crowding

in the shadows, can't they see they're monster-shaped? Those two

are like Xeroxes of us, see! A Japanese one and a white one, crumpled

on the streets of Tokyo. Then suddenly, what's this? A love story,

exactly when you need it, tucked in a clean laboratory, the pretty reporter

is falling for the scientist! or is she the scientist falling for another

scientist? and me and you, we think it might work out.