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Dr. Kim was ridiculed into hiding after he presented his “Prehistoric Dinosaur Resurrection” theory to his peers (I mean, he has fucking photos of the monsters framed on his wall. I would have started with that). He believes that some dinosaurs didn’t perish and have just been hibernating in the ice. Now those damn increased carbon emissions are melting away frozen beds and a catastrophe is coming. A cute and conniving journalist is sent to get an interview with the doctor after her editor figures out where the crackpot has been laying low. She poses as a housekeeper to get into the home of the suspicious man and immediately wins the affection of the doctor’s little girl, Sohee. Sohee’s been having a rough time as of late, missing her dead mother, so she warms pretty quickly to the new female in the house. There’s a healthy amount of dramatics but eventually the doctor is vindicated when the monsters bring da mutherfuckin’ ruckus. The goofy-ass monsters are cheap as all hell and it’s a damn treat watching them in action. There’s a giant starfish-bat-thing that sounds like it’s constantly screaming “oh yeah”, a... well... a colossal chicken that flies, a bipedal triceratops that squeals like a monkey, a turtle-bird (?) that may be drunk, the world’s least-threatening fire breather, a sea rhino and a few other beasties that pop in for a cup of coffee. On top of the wonderfully dinky creatures, there’s last minute heroics from a character who (I believe) sacrifices himself seconds after he’s introduced (yeah... doesn’t really hit that hard), a mother confusing a pillow for her baby (with tragic results), dancing, crying and maybe even... love. The Air Force tries to intervene but mostly gets their asses handed to them. Eventually everything just kind of stops and humanity learns a valuable lesson. This is one bizarre time that’s off enough in its pre-monster tomfoolery that ya never feel bored.
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