Gamera: Guardian of the Universe (ガメラ 大怪獣空中決戦, Gamera: Daikaijū Kuchu Kessen?, Gamera: Giant Monster Midair Battle), is a 1995 Science fiction Kaiju film directed by Shusuke Kaneko and written by Kazunori Itō. It is a reboot of the Gamera film franchise, taking the character and franchise in a much more serious and darker direction as opposed to the campy tone of the original films. Rather than aiming for a children audience, the film was aimed to target a more mature audience. It was a co-production of Hakuhodo/Daiei/Nippon Television, and was the first Gamera film not to be released by Daiei Pictures.
The film follows Asagi Kusanagi and her father and colleges, Yoshinari Yonemori and Mayumi Nagamine as pollution environments reawaken two ancient giant monsters, the giant turtle Gamera and the carnivorous giant bat/bird Gyaos to due battle for the salvation of the human race.
The film was released in Japan on March 11, 1995 and was an immediate critical and financial success, earning ¥520,000,000 ($6,000,000 USD) at the box office. It has been widely acclaimed by fans and critics alike and has been regarded as a classic of the Kaiju genre. The film became popular enough to spawn two more sequels, Gamera 2: Attack of Legion and Gamera 3: Awakening of Irys. It is the ninth entry in the Gamera film series and first in Shusuke Kaneko's Gamera trilogy.
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