Pacific Rim: A sort of review

Please allow me to tell you a story. It's going to seem a little unlikely, but it's the only thing that makes any sense.

Guillermo Del Toro is in London to preview Pan's Labyrinth at Frightfest. The film ends and the director walks to the front of the theatre in silence. Then the applause starts and the audience take to their feet as one to give him a standing ovation. Del Toro looks out across the crowd and sees, there in Row G, a young lady at her first ever whole Frightfest weekend, barely able to talk because she has been so moved and amazed by the film she has just seen. He looks at her and thinks, I'm going to make a movie, just for her.

Over the next few years, Del Toro undertakes covert surveillance of this young woman, possibly even employing spies to follow her around and go through her rubbish. He discovers that she likes gigantic robots, big explosions, attractive men in armour, shiny red shoes, Ron Pearlman and stories in which people come together to take on a seemingly unbeatable foe. He stays awake for days at a time trying to fit these elements together until, finally, a story strikes him and the film can get under way.

Beautiful Reader, that young woman was me and that film was Pacific Rim.

I could gush in about it for hours, but just do yourself a favour and go see it, on the biggest screen you can find, and in 3D if your eyes work like that.

Thank you Guillermo for bringing Charlie Hunnam, Idris Elba, and Rinko Kikuchi together to make the most beautiful film cast maybe ever, and then putting them into a great story with brilliant effects