Godzilla movies are considered to be something of a joke to mainstream audiences in the States. Most people here probably haven’t even seen the original Godzilla from 1954, and only get their knowledge of the character from watching bits and pieces of the cheesy and innumerable sequels that used to get constant play on late night cable — and some people might even only know the radioactive monster from that abysmal reboot that Roland Emmerich made in the late nineties. God forbid. Because of all this, when you mention Godzilla to most people in Middle America, the first things that pops into their heads are actors in cumbersome rubber suits stumbling around in ridiculous-looking models of cityscapes, and cutaways to overly acted reaction shots from shrieking citizens inserted here and there. And heck, even people in the U.S. who have seen the original Godzilla from 1954 probably haven’t seen the actual Japanese version (called Gojira). Because, when it was released over here, they cut out 40 minutes of footage and inserted a subplot where Raymond Burr played a journalist caught up in all of the destruction, so that American audiences wouldn’t be asked to have to identify with people of another culture or something.