Pacific Rim is the most exciting movie of the year (or maybe ever). The entire movie is a loud, neon wonder dripping of Del Toro style. Aesthetically, it reminded me a lot of Hellboy 2, but with one hundred times the scale. The acting is good, the world-building is brilliant, and the monsters/robots themselves are fucking awe-inspiring. Every summer blockbuster that has disappointed me over the past few years has done so for a few reasons: it’s either too long, too convoluted, too stupid, or not epic enough. Pacific Rim skirts every one of these problems. In fact, it has the most lean climax of any big blockbuster in recent memory, and that’s a huge accomplishment. In this case, less is more (though that’s a stupid thing to say when we’re talking about a movie with skyscraper-sized monsters that spring from the ocean’s depths). Guillermo Del Toro has made an action-packed masterpiece that gives hope to giant non-franchise, non-adapted movies. I was wide-eyed and slack-jawed for the entire feature and it’s all I’ve been able to think about since. If you have complained about the lack of big, original movies in recent years, then cast a vote with your dollar. And if you don’t like Pacific Rim, then, well, we’re probably not drift-compatible.
"Fortune favors the brave, dude."