My favourite Onion article is “**** Everything, We’re Doing Five Blades”. It’s also a fair approximation of the approach adopted by Jeremy Robinson in writing this book. With Project Maigo, Robinson co-opts the well-worn monster movie tradition of setting up rival monsters in the sequel. Here though he opts to knee subtlety in the groin even harder than last time by introducing five rival kaiju.
That’s not spoiling anything which isn’t emblazoned on the book’s summary, incidentally. It sure would be nice if they didn’t give away most of the plot on those. It’s a plot which has more in common with Pacific Rim than last time, and also with the higher kaiju-count Godzilla films like ‘Destroy All Monsters’ and ‘Final Wars’.
Robinson does the ‘all action, all the time’ thing well. I do think it works better when it’s wrapped around the skeleton of a strong, simple narrative though. Project Nemesis had this with its origin story of an imaginatively conceived monster and the people trying to survive its unstoppable force. Project Maigo has a lot more ideas going on (some of which reinforce why Nemesis is such a cool and original kaiju) but I think it suffers for that comparative lack of focus.
That said, it keeps me turning the pages over and wanting to read the next book. But I remain sceptical about Robinson’s ability to take this to a higher level and turn it into the ubiquitous multi-media pop culture franchise he openly states he’d like it to be.
He’s upfront about writing the books his inner twelve-year-old wants to read, and my inner twelve-year-old is certainly happy to. But my outer adult realises that to achieve mainstream appeal you have to pull off a story that appeals strongly to multiple age demographics, which is where many of the Marvel movies have hit the jackpot.
Perhaps it seems like I’m digressing but I’m really not. Because whereas Project Nemesis was about the cool monster, Project Maigo is about Robinson. Or rather, his avatar Jon Hudson. The character works well as the kind of endearingly dorky guy heading towards middle age and making hilariously poor attempts at pop culture references while performing action hero feats clearly only possible in fiction. There’s a Gangnam Style joke in this book, and it’s so knowing in its lameness that it works.
Even when this book seems to be about Nemesis, or the new kaiju, or the returning villain General Gordon, or any of the other characters, it’s still impossible to escape how much it’s about Robinson’s inner twelve-year-old avatar going “Woah this is awesome, look at me go!”.
One of the wide-of-the-mark pop culture wisecracks is about his legs moving like Lars Ulrich playing Enter Sandman. Not the fastest song or the greatest drummer, but that aside the Metallica comparison is worth running with. They did the ‘all action, all the time’ thing briefly, but they did so much more to crossover into a mainstream juggernaut.
You’ve got a good, raw product with Nemesis, Jeremy. But if you want to give the world your own ‘Black album’, you’ll need to give us your ‘Nothing Else Matters’ as well as your ‘Sad But True’. Combine that rampant child-like enthusiasm with the skills of a top-notch modern sci-fi thriller author and direct that energy better (like that thing that happened at the end of Project Nemesis) and you could be on to something. Just don’t ‘brickwall’ everything to be louder than everything else like that horrendous mixing job on ‘Death Magnetic’.
Ah well, it’s a couple of weeks until Project Hyperion drops and I’ve already pre-ordered it. In the meantime, as Bill Belichick might say I’m on to Project 731.