As a kid I was a big fan of the original Ultraman series. I still love Japanese flicks in which heat-stroked actors in giant rubber monster suits vent their frustrations over poor career choices on Lego versions of the Tokyo skyline, but a recent viewing of those old Ultraman episodes was an eye-opener. Even by kaiju film standards, Ultraman‘s budget was an embarrassment, and I lacked the patience to sit through twenty-five minutes of badly dubbed talking heads to get to the monster bashing.

Still, I have fond memories of Saturday mornings watching that big silver dude buzz-saw monsters in half (yeah, that part’s still cool), and I needed a waiter for the scene above. Tip generously folks, he hasn’t worked in a long time.