THE POST-ATOMIC tyrannosaurus rex returns to topple Tokyo in "Godzilla 1985," a trashy Japanese production with special guest Raymond Burr. This episode, the monster rises from the ocean floor, swamps ships, gorges on the fuel from a nuclear reactor and generally runs amok. A couple of kids and a scientist try to stop the Big G, while the generals of the world worry in their respective ready rooms.
Burr, looking very much like an Orson Welles balloon for the Macy's Day Parade, is actually scarier than the other big guy. He reprises his role as reporter Steve Martin, "the only American" to survive the monster's attack 30 years back. He proves an inspiration to the Joint Chiefs of Staff with such homilies as: "Nature has a way of showing man just how small he is -- how puny we are in the face of a tornado, a hurricane or a Godzilla."
Meanwhile, back in Tokyo, the latex lollapalooza rocks and snorts, searing little boats and planes with his radioactive breath, rolling his beady, big eyes. TV anchormen warn, "All citizens are advised to avoid the boulevards." The people panic, as the armies of the world unload their ammo into the great, green critter. But it prevails until all the little cardboard skyscrapers are flattened and the little fake people squished.
Meanwhile a scientific team lures Godzilla into a volcano using a device that replicates bird calls. They fire a couple of plutonium missiles into the hole, the monster sinks into the molten stew, and you've got yourself a little nuclear shabu-shabu.