I didn't think the effects were cheesy
at all. I didn't take them as an attempt
towards a simulacrum of reality. I saw in
them a worship of the miniature
and they were infused with the sadness of the
destruction of the miniature. (After all, the
Lilliputian scale models through which the guy
in the rubber suit playing Godzilla tromped
had been clearly lovingly assembled by some
sort of fanatical team of hobbyists.)
Japan is all about "the miniature."
Smallness of scale a necessity for survival
in cramped quarters. Keeping order and sanity
through the elevation and cultivation of
tininess. Godzilla is the reluctant (and
pathetic) destroyer, awakened against his
will by the machinations of The Large. The
Axis of Large, if you will.
I am so with you in the love of miniatures, Nada. Beautiful house and post, thank you for sharing!!!! Elizabeth PS A poetry blog my kids will actually want to look at!
I'm back because I thought you might appreciate this quote from The Complete Dollhouse Building Book (1982):"Women & children aren't the only miniature enthusiasts. Sometimes men have miniature fantasies to express."
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