For fans of: Rampage, the latter Transformers sequels
I really enjoyed the Godzilla from 2014. Gareth Edwards is a great director and he built up suspense and put together scenes carefully and tightly so the whole movie was a very absorbing experience - and the final appearance of Godzilla with his nasty snarling smirk at the end was immensely satisfying. The destruction of the city felt so huge and legitimately terrifying. It wasn't perfect, but an outstanding blockbuster debut and a standout reboot movie.
This sequel is an abomination. Half of this CGI montage is devoted to a lifeless family melodrama that seems to take center stage. Though the daughter is compellingly played by Millie Bobby Brown, her parents are cliche caricatures of real people, motivated in the most asinine way by their emotions about their dead son. The mother "turns bad" and joins an obscure crew of ecoterrorists, the twist clumsily revealed in concert with what seems like a Powerpoint presentation or montage she must have edited herself. The idea is humans are bad, so it's okay for the monsters to kill us all, and this paperthin philosophical choice she makes she regrets almost immediately, when she realizes she only did it... because she was sad.
The father is way worse. Playing the same character he usually does, knock-off George Clooney is a wayward drunk who only wants to reconnect with his family. He ends up taking the lead, intuitively understanding every senseless twist and turn of the movie, ordering around Monarch's top scientists and even the US military - because he is a wolf researcher? What a bunch of bunk.
The monster reveals are definitely cool. But nostalgia-fueled fanboyism must have played a role in how this movie includes them - every single monster on earth comes from nowhere to fight, and almost no meaningful time is devoted to understanding where they came from or what they can do. Only when the plot seems to be spiraling out of control will someone baselessly claim that the monster is, say, clearly the dragon of Oriental lore, or the worshiped beast of a long-lost civlization. This film has no patience at all, and zero devotion to detail. All that matters is that all of them show up.
The fight scenes themselves, again, are sometimes really cool. But each successive visual is interspersed with incoherent sequences of ungrounded, murky shots of these creatures which don't connect to any narrative about who is winning or losing, what the monsters can do, and don't really give justice to the idea that they are much, much larger than the cities they destroy. And they are spliced with aimless scenes of our heroes desperately running around in circles as they effortly evade falling pieces of concrete and hyperlethal levels of radiation - heroes who are, at best, poorly written, and, truly, just extremely annoying cliches.
And the climax of the movie is so flatly handled that I wasn't sure the movie was over until our many monsters have suddenly arrived to swear fealty to our newly badass king lizard Godzilla, after having absorbed nuclear radiation to both heal and... become a thermonuclear weapon? I will never forget the line about Godzilla's "radiation reaching critical mass."
I keep seeing this - "This is what a Godzilla movie is supposed to be." A Godzilla movie shouldn't be bad, is my contention. If you are going to include more than an hour and a half of screen time focused on the human characters, try to give them some kind of depth or realistic motivation so the stakes and the world they live in is worthwhile. I might as well have watched any other corporately produced disaster movie that sucked. Godzilla and the characters from his universe deserve much better.
I really enjoyed the Godzilla from 2014. Gareth Edwards is a great director and he built up suspense and put together scenes carefully and tightly so the whole movie was a very absorbing experience - and the final appearance of Godzilla with his nasty snarling smirk at the end was immensely satisfying. The destruction of the city felt so huge and legitimately terrifying. It wasn't perfect, but an outstanding blockbuster debut and a standout reboot movie.
This sequel is an abomination. Half of this CGI montage is devoted to a lifeless family melodrama that seems to take center stage. Though the daughter is compellingly played by Millie Bobby Brown, her parents are cliche caricatures of real people, motivated in the most asinine way by their emotions about their dead son. The mother "turns bad" and joins an obscure crew of ecoterrorists, the twist clumsily revealed in concert with what seems like a Powerpoint presentation or montage she must have edited herself. The idea is humans are bad, so it's okay for the monsters to kill us all, and this paperthin philosophical choice she makes she regrets almost immediately, when she realizes she only did it... because she was sad.
The father is way worse. Playing the same character he usually does, knock-off George Clooney is a wayward drunk who only wants to reconnect with his family. He ends up taking the lead, intuitively understanding every senseless twist and turn of the movie, ordering around Monarch's top scientists and even the US military - because he is a wolf researcher? What a bunch of bunk.
The monster reveals are definitely cool. But nostalgia-fueled fanboyism must have played a role in how this movie includes them - every single monster on earth comes from nowhere to fight, and almost no meaningful time is devoted to understanding where they came from or what they can do. Only when the plot seems to be spiraling out of control will someone baselessly claim that the monster is, say, clearly the dragon of Oriental lore, or the worshiped beast of a long-lost civlization. This film has no patience at all, and zero devotion to detail. All that matters is that all of them show up.
The fight scenes themselves, again, are sometimes really cool. But each successive visual is interspersed with incoherent sequences of ungrounded, murky shots of these creatures which don't connect to any narrative about who is winning or losing, what the monsters can do, and don't really give justice to the idea that they are much, much larger than the cities they destroy. And they are spliced with aimless scenes of our heroes desperately running around in circles as they effortly evade falling pieces of concrete and hyperlethal levels of radiation - heroes who are, at best, poorly written, and, truly, just extremely annoying cliches.
And the climax of the movie is so flatly handled that I wasn't sure the movie was over until our many monsters have suddenly arrived to swear fealty to our newly badass king lizard Godzilla, after having absorbed nuclear radiation to both heal and... become a thermonuclear weapon? I will never forget the line about Godzilla's "radiation reaching critical mass."
I keep seeing this - "This is what a Godzilla movie is supposed to be." A Godzilla movie shouldn't be bad, is my contention. If you are going to include more than an hour and a half of screen time focused on the human characters, try to give them some kind of depth or realistic motivation so the stakes and the world they live in is worthwhile. I might as well have watched any other corporately produced disaster movie that sucked. Godzilla and the characters from his universe deserve much better.
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