Godzilla: King of the Monsters Review
There are three kinds of dumb when it comes to narrative in cinema. There’s comedic dumb, reserved for comedy, there is popcorn flick dumb, commonly found in action flicks, bonkers dumb, which can be hard to pull off but when executed properly can generate great buzz, and WTF dumb, which has no reason or rhyme for being there, making the viewer scratch their head as to what they are actually seeing is actually a movie. Okay, yes, that’s four, but the last one we hope only appears as a fluke or briefly in any type of film. Godzilla: King of Monsters- sorry- King of THE Monsters, is loaded heavily with that kind of dumb and no so much the popcorn flick dumb we all expect it to be. Now to be fair, I’m not a huge Godzilla fan; I grew up on reruns of the Godzilla cartoon on Cartoon Network and beyond that, other than common pop lore, that’s all I know about Tokyo’s favorite city destroyer (or savior?). That was until the 2014 Godzilla, where I am somewhat bias. The film crew cam...