The esthetics of an early James Bond film, if it had been produced by Gerry Anderson, lend serious mid-1960s cheeseball atmospherics to the dreaded tale of duplicitous overlords from Planet X, who launched Solar System War I after promising to cure cancer. Bait and switch!

Note that international bodies across Earth, such as the World Space Agency, fly the Japanese flag and feature caucasians in subservient albeit extravagantly emotional roles, as the gods intended.

Much hawt monster-on-monster cage fighting action…

A young Meryl Streep, so amazingly beautiful, and a portrayal by Robert De Niro so into his character where I kept thinking, "Wow, this actor is so good, and he almost reminds me of De Niro" – this spelled out an utterly captivating three hours. Okay, so there were horribly cartoon-ish parts, such as De Niro always wearing a freshly ironed Army uniform after his return, even though he had no luggage of any kind – or the two (one?)…