Godzilla vs. Kong review: Kaiju greatness that lives up to its absurd title
Recently, I've heard the phrase "pandemic fatigue" come up in terms of people getting antsy about returning to "normal." I don't know how long we have left to go (though Ars has plenty of articles on the topic), but I can say that even through my vigilance about safety and health, my own patience sometimes gets seriously tested-especially whenever a hint of normalcy flashes before my eyes.
One example is watching a bombastic movie that gets me so amped up, it makes me finally dream of going to a movie theater again. And I'm absolutely shocked to admit that the film to test my patience the most in the past 12 months might very well be Godzilla vs. Kong, out today in theaters and on HBO Max. (Seriously, I am stunned to say this, after what I said about the last official Godzilla film.)
Everything I hoped for from a picture like this comes to fruition in Godzilla vs. Kong-and then some. [credit: Warner Bros. ]
As much as I enjoyed this film from the comfort of my living room, displayed on a nice television with a subwoofer cranked to near-max, its two hours had me craving a more collective, crowd-filled experience-perhaps more so than any film or TV series I've seen since the last time I was in theaters. This film is a lot like its titular beasts: big, splashy, and sometimes quite dumb on the surface, yet full of animal-like cunning and able to land massive blows at crucial moments.
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