"Godzilla:King of The Monsters" Review- Flush Your Money Down The Toilet Instead
I’m a fan of suspending my disbelief for films. If it’s entertaining, I’ll do it. Godzilla: King of The Monsters crosses a line though. It doesn’t give us characters to invest in or believable action in a world that we are already choosing to accept as reality. It’s a slap in the face to its viewers’ intelligence unworthy of your dollars this weekend.
Picking up where 2014’s Godzilla left off, this film plops us back into the classic world where giant monsters exist. The government has learned that there are numerous titans around the globe and the major decision that has to be made is how to stop the impending doom and destruction they will cause. It seems our only hope may be Godzilla.
Explaining or giving an elusion to the human side of this story is asinine because writers Michael Dougherty and Zach Shields didn’t care to develop them. However, in a nutshell, there’s a divorced dad (Kyle Chandler) and mom (Vera Farmiga) who don’t see eye to eye and their daughter (Millie Bobby Brown) has to choose which philosophy to follow. The other humans in the film are government, civilians or military and they either provide exposition, bodies to be killed, or fight monsters.
The reason to go to a Godzilla movie is to see giant monsters. It’s obvious the studio listened to the complaints of fans in the 2014 film because you definitely get that here! Hats off to the visual effects and sound team for creating images that look and sound like giant monsters fighting. (They’re the only reason this didn’t get an F rating.) Buildings being demolished from the wind of Rodan flapping its wings looks authentic. It’s easy to believe in the power, scope and destruction the monsters leave in their wake.
Unfortunately, throughout the fighting scenes of these monsters, the camera work is inconsistent. Sometimes we get clear visuals of what’s happening and which monster is fighting from director Michael Dougherty. Other times, it’s unclear what we’re looking at or what a monster is doing.
With no human story to get behind, you’re left waiting for people to be quiet so we can get to the next monster scene. The audacity of human beings thinking that they can tame, control or even be the pets of giant monsters befuddles my small mind. I’m all for escapist, popcorn blockbusters, but not at the expense of leaving the theater frustrated with seeing a bad film and feeling like I wasted my money. You may as well flush your money down the toilet. At least the plot of wondering if it will get stuck or not will be more entertaining, suspenseful, and plausible.