The newest installment of Godzilla: king of Monsters is bad. It’s really bad.
Unlike the 2014 version which had thought, suspense, really creative actions scenes and strong enough drawn out characters to co-star along with these gaint CGI creatures there is none of that in this follow up.
The main issue at fault here is the script, which puts this sequel into a new world where independent organizations appear to hold the keys to the whereabouts of the these ancient titans who are dwelling in slumber throughout the world.
The government or United Nations (I can’t really tell) wants to destroy these creatures and with good reason. Their battle in 2014 destroyed the entire San Francisco Area and much of Las Vegas where millions of people were killed including the son of Dr. Emma Russell (Very Framiga) , a scientist who is engineering a tool (the Orca) to communicate with these creatures in order to control them it appears… For what? I don’t know either.
Anyhow, she and her daughter Madison (Millie Bobby Brown) get captured by a group of eco-terrorist that view the titans as natural selection or balance to the world and spoiler alert… Dr. Russell kind of agrees.
So even though she lost her son in San Francisco and swears to not let her sons death be in vain, she helps to unleash the horrors and destruction of the titans on cities throughout the world so other mothers can watch their children be killed too?
Yeah.
Her ex-husband Mark (Kyle Chandler) doesn’t really get it either and tries stopping her and save their daughter who appears to be in this situation with her mother only as a plot device to get us, the audience, sentimentally interested in their survival.
Whatever.
Story wise, nothing makes sense in this film. These people are morons and it’s a series of mistakes followed by more mistakes that hopefully and inevitably get us to the place where we all come for in the first place… Godzilla vs. The Hydra.
The fight scenes among the CGI monsters that loom larger than skyscrapers are the only redeeming quality that comes from this film, with some scenes being better than others, however, getting to that point takes some patient as we the audience are held hostage to a horrible set-up by the ineptitude of the writer and director Michael Dougherty (Krampus) to get to that point.
A point that literally isn’t worth it for many.
There was a handful of people at my viewing that walked out and another gentleman that feel asleep in the first 15 minutes, who’s snores filled the auditorium for the next hour until another audience member finally woke him up and said stay up or get out!
If placed in the same position again as that gentleman… I’d prefer the latter.
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