So, there are bad movies, worse movies, and then this movie. I remember watching Godzilla on TV as a kid, and I've always been a fan of the franchise. How they could take one of my revered childhood television characters (the why is the obvious cash grab), flush it down the toilet, take the decomposting excrement, give it a release date, and then have the temerity to extoll an exorbitant renumeration for visual and auditory diarrhea is unconscionable.
The story gives the unfortunate already-paid hostages absolutely no reason to emotionally invest in the human aspect of this celluloid catastrophe. I would have joyously and gratefully accepted 2 hours of animated creophagous absurdity devoid of any dialogue or inane, senseless and ultimately failed attempt at thespianism.
Hollywood's leftoid SJW virtue signaling was fully on display via the trumpeted eco-terrorist humans-are-the-disease proposition.
The only redeeming aspect was Bear McCreary's completely over-the-top music score, which had the concussive force of a nuclear bomb...excellent. I expected nothing less from the ”Walking Dead” composing maestro.
Akin to the voluntarily self-sacrifice of a few characters, "Godzilla: King of the Monsters" is yet another sacrifice on the alter of cinematic failure. However, unlike the characters whose demise was tragically purposeful, the film's was strategically preventable.
1 out of 5