Growing up in the Seventies, my first introduction to true movie magic came from watching Godzilla flicks with my mom. Yes, Night of the Living Dead put me on the road to loving horror by age 3 and Frankenstein further cemented that love, but here were gigantic monsters fighting across cities. Creatures of myth. Beasts of endless scope. Never before had I witnessed such a thing. I will always remember sitting in front of our old black and white console TV filled with absolute wonder and in a state of rarely attained unbridled, untainted joy, my imagination running a mile a minute.