Pacific Rim the movie: It’s heavy metal time
Guillermo Del Toro had a lot he wanted to say about love and war, the beast inside us all, and a giant-robot-versus-giant-monster smack down as an allegory for humanity taking a stand as one consciousness. But first, he had to tackle a more pressing issue: Shoes.
“I love your shoes,” he said, his big blue eyes — magnified to humungous anime proportions through his trademark spectacles — inspecting my red, zip-up hi-top Supra kicks inspired by Michael Jackson’s Thriller jacket.
He asked if I could write down the name of the brand for him. Of course, I said, scribbling down the details on the Four Seasons hotel stationery lying on the desk we’re seated at. It quickly dawned on mercenary me that it might be the only chance I’d ever have to ask one of my favourite directors for something in return.
I hastily mulled over my choices: A hug from a famously huggy director? An empty promise to model his next peculiar creature after my own pale, wobbly figure? A spare room to crash at the next time I visit him in California?
“Sure, what do you want?” he asked when I suggested a little quid-pro-quo.
I smiled deviously.
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
We were talking to the visionary director about Pacific Rim, Del Toro’s love letter to classic Japanese monster movies, where Jaegers (robots the size of buildings) battle Kaiju (monsters that stomp on buildings) for the survival of humanity in the not-so-distant future. It is the classic adventure movie played out as a jaw-dropping creature feature filtered through the imagination of the guy who gave us The Devil’s Backbone, Hellboy and Pan’s Labyrinth.
In other words, there hasn’t been anything quite like it. At least outside of our imaginations and in cinemas.