This is the real Godzilla
This one by Indie fave Gareth Edwards.
Given that the "Godzilla" franchise dates back to 1954, I reasoned that this would be surefire. Wrong. What struck me, once again, is how much big money handily dilutes the simple pleasure of moviegoing.
The pre-CGI wonders of "King Kong," "The Wizard of Oz" and the original "Godzilla" (make that "Gojira") may seem amusingly primitive these days but they somehow remain sublimely jaw-dropping in performance.
My initial, most immediate, response to the new "Godzilla" was just how boring it is. A good half-hour into the film, I still couldn't decipher the hand-wringing rants of the on-screen experts. The film careens all over the globe, there's a lot of hysterical talk and yet nothing happens.
My second response was how much Edwards managed to make Bryan Cranston, the chief hysteric here, look uncannily like an animé character.
Which, in and of itself, is pretty nifty.
Finally, there's the venerable monster himself (herself?), who doesn't look at all like your great-grandfather's Godzilla but rather like a svelte, giant Praying Mantis. A fashion model almost. Or is that one of God's cronies that I saw on screen? Naturally, this being a modern horror film, the monster(s) is/are continually shot in shadows and darkness, turning him/her/them into a filtered blur. OK, one final question...
Is it a requisite now that all IMAX 3-D films be completely joyless?