For a brief two hours, Pacific Rim turned me back into the child I used to be. The heroes had heart and the monsters were terrifying. I was sitting cross-legged in front of the tube again, watching Ultraman pound on the bad guy, fly away to recharge in the sun, and come back to pummel some more. I was a little older, wondering why Voltron didn’t just form his Blazing Sword at the BEGINNING of the fight. This design is for the kid in us, the kid who loved those big defenders and the gargantuans they danced with.