Masaaki Yuasa’s straightest story in every sense of the word still made me sob
One of the most disappointing sequels since Riddick (2013) and completely without integrity on a script-level, King of the Monsters is somehow B*TCHIN’. Camp excess, exhaustingly self-un/serious galaxy-brained fun. Emmerichian, but more Independence Day (1996) than Godzilla (1998), a messy sendup of the Heisei pics my brother and I rented from Blockbuster as kids. Neon Genesis without the Evangelion.
From the first moment Godzilla appears onscreen till his cry reverberates over the credits, this late-90s blockbuster is tripping over itself to deliver the goods while positively sabotaging…
Made for me personally by the Devil. Pat Benatar, Cher, Peter Gabriel, Enya, and the X-Men all made to mean nothing. An emotional and ideological vacuum with worse visual FX than even the MCU. It hates you, the captive audience. It's a formal wreck, but not even in an interesting or intentional way. Every reference to pop culture and to the genre and to identity politics draws us further away from its greatest sin, which is that it asks us to take its cliched story seriously.
There was a good X-Men blue and gold costume.