Godzilla: King of the Monsters

The classic face-off arrives in an emotional vacuum rather than as an earned catharsis; the big fight never feels like a payoff.

This thing is an unholy mess.

Its errors fall mainly under the heading of failing to get out of its own way, and its imperfections are compensated by magnificence.

"Godzilla: King of the Monsters" doesn't need an original story: Like all kaijū movies, it only requires awesome monsters, epic fight scenes and some subtle social commentary.

At... moments you feel like you're in the trippiest of David Attenborough docs.

Dougherty isn't quite sure whether to wow us with the hulking immensity of the action scenes or to wag his finger at us for the environmental hubris of our species.

Each monster, each crash, and each blow are so isolated that the film doesn't feel light on its feet but void of weight instead.

I'll say this is probably going to be one of the best event movies of the year. It succeeds in the scale of what this movie should be and what fans hoped it would be.

Legendary Pictures seems to have heard the outcry of audiences everywhere and have seen fit to produce Godzilla: King of the Monsters, a film that knows no sense of the word 'restraint.'

Sure it's campy and a bit goofy but it's the right direction for these films and the right audience to target since Godzilla belongs to the monster kids, both young and old.