Gotta give it to the 40-meter silver-shiny superhero Ultraman: He sure as hell doesn’t look 55! It helps that Shin Ultraman is a spit-polished reboot, following the similar sober treatment director Shinji Higuchi gave another kaiju legend in 2016’s Shin Godzilla.

A government agency, the S-Class Species Suppression Protocol (SSSP) works to protect the country against giant monsters, which have a habit of popping up everywhere. Through the eyes of new transfer Hiroko (Masami Nagasawa, Godzilla: Final Wars), we witness how SSSP reacts to the sudden appearance of a mystery metallic man (“Ultraman” to you and me) who emerges from the sky to kick the asses of such destructive creatures as an invisible horned thing that feeds off electricity and a lizardy whatsit with a whirring drill bit for a head.

Under the sneaky pretense of an alliance, an evil electromagnetic extraterrestrial named Zarab (voiced by Kenjirô Tsuda) warns officials against our hero and drafts an Ultraman Elimination Plan. Take a look and let’s circle back to see if we’re aligned, okay?

As fun as Shin Ultraman’s battle sequences are, what sucked me in was the oil-and-vinegar working relationship of go-getter Hiroko and her solitary-minded, no-nonsense partner (Takumi Saitoh, Japan’s Cube remake). They’re essentially the Mulder and Scully of this world — accurate, given the original Ultraman spun off from the Ultra Q sci-fi mystery TV series, a single-season wonder. Their problem-solving and office politics make for the sort of things to which Hollywood would give short shrift.

Almost inconceivable in this Marvel age, Higuchi brings his baby in at under two hours — partly because it’s not awash in mythology requiring viewers to have seen some untold number of movies and series to follow. Whether you have fond memories of running across reruns on your local UHF station (as I do) or you struggle to ID your Ultraman from your Infra-Man (also me, once upon a time), Shin Ultraman is constructed as intelligent, often rousing entertainment for all. It goes without saying the effects are first-rate, as the Toho studio has this style of flick down to a science. —Rod Lott

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Although Tales from the Apocalypse is a collection of shorts versus a proper anthology, its five stories share a factor: indifference. At least all but one look fantastic, and that odd man out serves up rust-colored desolation on purpose.

In William Hellmuth’s Gravity-esque Alone, the bunch’s best, the sole survivor of an exploded ship is marooned in a lifepod, sucked close toward a black hole by the second. As she nears certain doom, she converses with a cartographer who picks up her mayday signal. Coming to grips with possible death post-devastation also carries Damon Duncan’s Cradle, so stacking it atop Alone was not the wisest choice, even if it does have a cool robot spider.

Sporting the aforementioned layer of grime is Gabriel Kalim Mucci’s Lunatique, free of dialogue as an armored woman hunts a creature on a windy planet the color of dirt. From Susie Jones, the YA-influenced New Mars posits a future of forced marriages upon teens. Finally, Lin Sun’s Earth 2035 considers the difference between AI and humans: “Humanity,” says a doctor in a moment intended as Deep and Important, but lands as a pretentious punchline with the impact of a greeting card.

Nothing wrong with sci-fi being serious, but the contents of Tales from the Apocalypse (aka Episodes from Apocalypse, despite “apocalypse” being debatable) hold little wonder or imagination. On a purely technical level, they succeed with effects often superb. However, I can’t shake the feeling I was watching calling cards and demo reels rather than shorts where scripting merited as much attention. —Rod Lott

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