Godzilla Lover

Godzilla: King of Monsters, to put it briefly, was the single most transformative experience of my entire existence. Walking into the theater on that fateful night with my pals, I had little expectation of what was about to befall me. As soon as I walked into the theater, I sensed an entrancing aura emanating from the screen. I’ve been to a lot of movies, but this one surely was different. Obviously I won’t spoil this masterpiece for anyone, but every single scene had me on the edge of my seat. Though it went by in a blink of an eye, the entire 132 minutes this work of art graced my screen, I laughed, cried, and questioned my own existence. Though I am only a minuscule part of the long journey of this movie, I still take great pride in my choice to watch it. Since witnessing this sensation all of my major diseases have been miraculously cured. Before, I was not able to leave my house due to my irrational fear of a comically large ACME brand anvil being thrown on me by a mischievous coyote. The movie made me faster; I have outsmarted or outran the coyote every time. Unfortunately, my speed has had adverse side effects; my spoken vernacular has been reduced down to two words: “Meep Meep”. However, with Godzilla: King of Monsters, I do not need the ability to speak, the movie has made me whole. I hope that my experience influences everyone reading this review in the right direction; right into the arms of Papa Godzilla, King of Monsters.