Mothra

Mothra (1961)
Toho Studios
Director: Honda Ishirō, Tsuburaya Eiji (special effects)


Here’s a big, wild spectacle of a film, brought to you in widescreen Tohoscope and lurid Eastmancolour. Toho has finally entered its “golden age” of kaiju eiga.

There's so much to say about this one.

First, some firsts. It’s the first time the Tokyo Tower has been destroyed in a monster movie, and it’s very, very far from being the last time. Admittedly, the tower was only put up three years earlier, so this is the first movie that could plausibly include such a scene. Genre filmmakers everywhere love to show familiar landmarks being destroyed – government buildings including the Diet (Japan’s seat of government) are popular targets in kaiju eiga, but the big, distinctive, red and white Tokyo Tower is a perennial favourite.

The Rolisicans’ Atomic Heat Cannons are the first step in a chain of similar-looking fantasy weapons that will eventually become the Maser Tank, the JSDF’s standard choice of anti-kaiju armament. Much larger fixed emplacements with a similar dish shape appeared in the pulp sci-fi adventure Battle in Outer Space (1959), set in the distant year of 1965, but this is the first truck-sized mobile version and the first suggestion that something like this might be within the reach of contemporary science. It’s never stated in later films whether the Japanese continue to develop this technology on their own or with assistance from another nation (presumably Rolisica or America), or simply buy the things. Whether they should be embracing such weapons at all is another question, but presumably it’s OK under the terms of Japan’s post-war constitution provided they only ever use them defensively against giant monsters. What the Rolisicans were planning on doing with them is anyone’s guess.

This isn’t Koizumi Hiroshi’s first kaiju movie – he played the hero Tsukioka in Godzilla Raids Again (1955) – but it’s his first appearance as a friendly scientist in the role of Chūjō, and that’s how he’s going to be typecast from now on. This is Frankie Sakai’s first role in a fantasy movie, playing “Snapping Turtle” Fukuda, although I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a serious role. He was well-known at the time as a comedy actor, and probably better known since as one of the stars of the American TV series Shōgun (1980). Michi, the third of the heroic leads, is played by Kagawa Kyōko who appeared in The Three Treasures (1959) as Princess Miyazu (the one Yamato Takeru nearly marries but leaves behind). And the twins Itō Emi and Yumi, a.k.a. J-pop duo The Peanuts, will reprise their role as the Shobijin in Mothra’s next two film appearances.

For the first time, a daikaiju is named by sticking the suffix “-ra” onto a pre-existing word in obvious homage to Godzilla. The "-ra" suffix doesn't have any significance in itself – Godzilla’s name (more properly in Japanese, “Gojira”) was famously made by combining the words for “gorilla” (“gorira”) and “whale” (“kujira”). The name "Mothra" is a straightforward Japanese rendering of the English word "Moth" with a Godzilla-style "-ra" on the end. There’ll be more where that came from.

Mothra herself is the first kaiju to be described as female. As previously noted, it's possible to script a film like Godzilla (1954) in Japanese without ever gendering the kaiju. Since I can't speak Japanese, I have no idea whether that's the case here, if Mothra is referred to as female in the original dialogue or if that's something added in by the American dub a year later. But what exactly makes Mothra female? Was her protective nature seen as somehow feminine? But in this film she's only protective towards the Shobijin, and indiscriminately destructive in her mission to retrieve them. It's only in later films that we'll see her defending her own offspring or that she'll show greater altruism, eventually (in the 1990s) becoming the guardian of all life on Earth. Is it because her intermediaries, the Shobijin, are presented as female? Do they somehow reflect some aspect of Mothra herself? It can't be her egg making Mothra a mother, because here we only see her hatch from an egg as a larva - it's not until Mothra vs Godzilla (1964) that we see an egg laid by Mothra herself. We'll be introduced to Godzilla's own son soon enough, and in the absence of another adult Godzilla we might fairly assume he's reproduced parthenogenetically, which by most medical accounts would make him female. And yet people stubbornly continue to describe Godzilla as male. Something else specifically makes Mothra female in people's eyes, and I'm damned if I know what.

The parallels between Mothra and King Kong (1933) are obvious. A mysterious creature, worshipped like a god on its home island, is abducted, brought to the big city and made to perform (or at least, its humanoid representatives are). Things get out of hand and the monster trashes the city, although this time the monster gets to go home and the unscrupulous businessman dies. At this point, the world has only seen one Godzilla sequel, and that was pretty much a reflex reaction to the success of the first film. Toho Studios don’t yet have what we’d call a franchise – they’re still trying different things out, seeing what works. So far we’ve had an allegorical monster horror film, a more straightforward action flick with the same monster and, with Rodan (1956), a more American-style creature feature with giant bugs and pterosaurs. Now, at last, here’s Japan’s answer to Kong (except that it’s a feminine moth god).

This film marks a turn away from the iconography of prehistoric creatures and towards a world of stranger, more fabulous monsters. It won’t entirely stick – Godzilla and Rodan are both going to come back a lot, and there are more saurian daikaiju ahead – but we will also see daikaiju that can’t be so easily categorised. More than this, Mothra isn’t a victim of the Bomb like Godzilla, but something nearer divinity, with her own religious worshippers and definite supernatural overtones. The plants on Infant Island might have been mutated by exposure to atomic radiation (might have been – we’re not actually told one way or another), but the cave inscription Chūjō finds is ancient, and the Shobijin certainly can’t be explained away as a side effect of five years of foreign nuclear tests. Later films will blur the lines between physical creature and agent of divine wrath, for Mothra and for other daikaiju, but in her debut she seems entirely impervious to anything so mundane as depth charges or ray guns.

Religious symbolism, and specifically Christian symbolism, plays a significant part in the plot of this film, because it’s the pealing of church bells and the sun shining behind a cross that gives Chūjō the idea to bring Mothra to heel by using the sound and imagery that form part of her own worshippers’ rituals. Two priests actually pray for help from God in this scene and Michi joins them, while Zen makes a slapstick hash of the Catholic sign of the cross.

The physical realisation of Mothra is the usual combination of costume work and puppetry, but with a lot more emphasis on the puppets. Stunt actors control a costume version of the larva in some scenes on land, but it’s pretty obvious when a mechanical prop larva is on the screen. The adult Mothra is all puppet, but large enough to dwarf the miniature city sets. It’s remarkable how well it works on screen – thumbs up to Tsuburaya and Honda for their direction.

Let’s just quickly consider the fictional nation of Rolisica. It’s unclear why the filmmakers should be so coy as to make their villain a citizen of a generic Cold War superpower when there were only two real ones, and we all know which one a) had been conducting extensive nuclear tests in the Pacific and b) had a close if lukewarm relationship with Japan. The name “Rolisica” is meant to suggest an amalgam of Russia and America, but take one look at “New Kirk City”, its rip-off of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge, the clothes its people are wearing and the fact that they’re all speaking English with American accents and it should be pretty obvious what’s going on. (Although Chūjō, Zen and Michi catch a Pan American flight from Japan to Rolisica, so apparently this is a world in which both Rolisica and America exist. Or the plane should have had "Pan Rolisican" written on the side and no one working on the film noticed the error.)

Perhaps they were treading carefully because Japan had just signed a renegotiated security treaty with America (the 1960 "Treaty of Mutual Cooperation and Security between the United States and Japan", replacing the "Security Treaty between the United States and Japan" that had come into effect in 1952). The earlier treaty had officially ended America’s postwar military occupation of Japan, but under conditions that amounted to a continued occupation. Under the new treaty, American forces in Japan would ask permission before mobilising, would not intervene in matters of domestic unrest and would actively defend Japan from attack if asked to do so, although their ongoing presence would de facto prevent Japan from adopting a neutral stance in the burgeoning Cold War between the USA and the USSR. The whole question of the treaty was controversial in Japan, with significant “Anpo protests” erupting in 1959 and 1960. In Mothra we see the Rolisicans come to Japan’s aid as requested when the larva attacks central Tokyo, although they seem to be using the city as a testing ground for experimental atomic weapons, which may suggest some scepticism on the writers’ part. In a possible jab at American capitalism, the Rolisican authorities vigorously defend Clark Nelson’s claim of ownership over the Shobijin until Mothra starts causing trouble on their own territory.

I’ve left it for last, but it’s time to confront an unpalatable truth: kaiju movies can be pretty terrible in how they depict Pacific Islanders. The makers of King Kong had the decency to at least not populate their island with white actors in dodgy make-up. (It's almost exclusively African Americans, although there's a Mexican American actor playing the witch doctor. Hollywood has its own problems around ethnic casting and exoticisation.) Perhaps Toho Studios only had access to Japanese or white American actors, but the upshot is that their Infant Islanders are exclusively played by Japanese actors very obviously blacked up. This sets a tone that will be repeated in numerous films to come. Eventually, the Heisei era movies will bypass the problem by not depicting Mothra's people at all, an act of erasure that poses its own problems.

We might also raise an eyebrow at the choice to primitivise the islanders by naming their home "Infant Island". The fact that the English word is used rather than a Japanese word meaning "infant" might imply that, in the story world, the island was actually named by British explorers, which would cast a bit of shade on another former Imperial nation with a patchy history in the Pacific Islands. But still, though. The primitivising continues in the depiction of Infant Islander culture: we see them trying to scare off Nelson and his armed goons by staring and banging rocks together at them, and we see them waking Mothra up with a spot of faintly sexualised dancing, and that's all we see them doing. None of them gets a single word of dialogue. The juxtaposition of Nelson's highly artificial staging of a blacked-up "native" dance around the Shobijin in his theatre and the actual islanders' dance is striking, because there's practically no difference. Add to this the cod Indonesian lyrics of the Shobijin’s song, a choice that casually exoticises another Asian Pacific culture, and you’ve got a problematic film.

Despite these reservations, I do love the film and Mothra the kaiju in particular. What I think I love about it all is the unashamed weirdness. King Kong is relatable – we’re big apes, he’s an even bigger ape, there’s something in common there – and even Godzilla is bipedal and has a recognisable face. Mothra’s just an enormous bug. How are you going to make that relatable for an audience who’s meant to feel sorry for it? Well, what the filmmakers have done is to add in humanoid intermediaries, so we can empathise with them instead. No, not the islanders, we’re barely supposed to notice them. I’m talking about a pair of telepathic singing pixie twins. And if that doesn’t clear up the weirdness, I don’t know what will.

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