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Kaiju Big Battel
Jan. 17th, 2003 04:56 pmFriends have been bugging me for a description of Kaiju Big Battel, which Lisa & I went to on New Year's Eve. So here goes:
It's guys wrestling in big rubber monster suits.
Can I elaborate on that?
Um... well... see, it's these guys. And they're wrestling, see. In BIG RUBBER MONSTER SUITS!!! It's fantastic.
Not sure that there's any more to say than that.
You can read a description of the fights we saw here. Better still, click here and watch the "First Fight Out" highlights trailer. But even that doesn't really do justice to the sheer stupid madness of it, with everybody pressed around the cage roaring at these high-flying Mexican plantains and kung fu soup cans and giant robots and quivering space slugs. Somebody new is leaping into the ring every sixty seconds, and everyone is spraying toxic waste and holiday punch and beer and diapers over the crowd, and the announcer is screaming himself hoarse over a lousy sound system that makes him unintelligible anyway. Plus, in between fights the wrestlers mingle with the crowd, so you're constantly getting handed propaganda (in Kaiju's patented broken Japanglish) from Dr. Cube's clubfooted minions, or dodging a rampaging foam otyugh that just broke free from its handlers, or cheering on a potato and a one-eyed hell monkey in an impromptu breakdancing throwdown. It was wicked hella fun, and I have the coolest wife ever for making me go.
Hey! Click on the first picture in that fight wrapup (the one with the yellow balloon), and you can catch a glimpse of yours truly standing next to a chubby kid with a video camera. Me and that kid notwithstanding, the audience demographic was not exclusively geeks. It was more that weird intermingling of geeks and hipsters that you see more and more these days: black clad aging hipsters, bearded grognards in trenchcoats & anime t-shirts, and cute teens of both sexes in Fruits-esque rave clothes. (I sometimes think the geek / hip categories started crossbreeding and breaking down sometime in the mid 1990s. I blame Rivers Cuomo.)
It's guys wrestling in big rubber monster suits.
Can I elaborate on that?
Um... well... see, it's these guys. And they're wrestling, see. In BIG RUBBER MONSTER SUITS!!! It's fantastic.
Not sure that there's any more to say than that.
You can read a description of the fights we saw here. Better still, click here and watch the "First Fight Out" highlights trailer. But even that doesn't really do justice to the sheer stupid madness of it, with everybody pressed around the cage roaring at these high-flying Mexican plantains and kung fu soup cans and giant robots and quivering space slugs. Somebody new is leaping into the ring every sixty seconds, and everyone is spraying toxic waste and holiday punch and beer and diapers over the crowd, and the announcer is screaming himself hoarse over a lousy sound system that makes him unintelligible anyway. Plus, in between fights the wrestlers mingle with the crowd, so you're constantly getting handed propaganda (in Kaiju's patented broken Japanglish) from Dr. Cube's clubfooted minions, or dodging a rampaging foam otyugh that just broke free from its handlers, or cheering on a potato and a one-eyed hell monkey in an impromptu breakdancing throwdown. It was wicked hella fun, and I have the coolest wife ever for making me go.
Hey! Click on the first picture in that fight wrapup (the one with the yellow balloon), and you can catch a glimpse of yours truly standing next to a chubby kid with a video camera. Me and that kid notwithstanding, the audience demographic was not exclusively geeks. It was more that weird intermingling of geeks and hipsters that you see more and more these days: black clad aging hipsters, bearded grognards in trenchcoats & anime t-shirts, and cute teens of both sexes in Fruits-esque rave clothes. (I sometimes think the geek / hip categories started crossbreeding and breaking down sometime in the mid 1990s. I blame Rivers Cuomo.)
