#REVIEW: Godzilla Vs. Kong

Let’s be real, here: this movie is as review-proof as a movie can be. You already knew when you saw the words Godzilla Vs. Kong whether this was going to be a movie you were going to want to see, and no amount of bad reviews can talk someone who wants to see a movie called Godzilla Vs. Kong out of seeing a movie called Godzilla Vs. Kong.

The only meaningful criticisms that can be made of a giant monster punching other giant monster movie is to compare it to other giant monster punching other giant monster movies. You gotta compare it to its competition, y’know? So, for what it’s worth: I’ve seen Pacific Rim and Godzilla (2014) and Kong: Skull Island. although Godzilla: King of the Monsters or whatever it was called has thus far escaped my attention. I disliked Pacific Rim quite a bit and enjoyed Godzilla and Skull Island, although I don’t seem to have reviewed the latter. Godzilla vs. Kong is not as good as either of the two previous entries, unfortunately, although the jury’s still out on whether it’s better than Pacific Rim.

And the funny thing is that where GvK falls down is more or less exactly the same place where Pacific Rim falls down: that this movie has injected additional stupid where stupid was not necessary. Stupid is a choice, people! Every single second and every single object on-screen in a movie like this was on purpose; they did not have to do a single thing, so anytime something is blatantly stupid it’s either because they decided they wanted it that way or they didn’t notice, which is worse. Now, it’s possible that a big chunk of the stupid in GvK is King of the Monsters‘ fault, but all that does is push the dumb back a generation; it doesn’t excuse it. Whoever was responsible for the phrase gravitational inversion being in this movie should be flogged. I can ignore the fact that scientifically speaking both Godzilla and Kong are literally too big to exist on land because giant monsters are cool. They add something to the movie. You could snip the entire idiotic hollow Earth plot completely out of this movie and absolutely nothing of value would be lost except for runtime. It was only included to make the movie longer and stupider and, I suppose, to give Kong his magic axe.

King fucking Kong does not need a magic goddamned axe. You know what would be cooler than King Kong carrying a magic axe? King Kong snapping a skyscraper off at the base and whacking Godzilla in the face with it. Would it be scientifically accurate? Of course not. Would it be cool? Yes. And the axe is kind of cool but it is the only thing about the detour into the hollow Earth that eats up the entire first 2/3 of the movie that actually, like, matters. Other than that it’s all wasted time, and worse, wasted time that adds extra stupid and extra questions– like, for example, exactly how did you get the 60,000-ton gorilla onto that aircraft carrier? You sedated him, you say? With fucking what? And after he wakes up and has a deeply unfair battle with Godzilla where Godzilla is breaking other aircraft carriers like they’re made of popsicle sticks but somehow neglects to break Kong‘s aircraft carrier like it’s made of popsicle sticks, how did you manage to re-sedate him to get him into that net that you carry him — I am not joking– to Antarctica in?

The movie spends thirty minutes on gravitational inversion, a concept so stupid that I refuse to get into the details of its role in the movie because it hurts me, but does not explain how they got a 350-foot-tall unconscious gorilla into a net. Nor does it explain how they rendered said 350-foot-tall gorilla unconscious in the first place. Or the second.

And there is just not enough punching to make up for all of these decisions to add stupid into the movie. They could have written around all of this stuff. None of it had to be there. But dozens of people woke up every day while they were working on this and chose stupid over exciting, and I have to report it that way.

(You may be wondering who won. Don’t worry, this is not a spoiler review, but let me simply say that one entity definitely loses. Other aspects may be up for debate. That’s all I’m saying.)

GODZILLA review, among other things

MV5BMTQ0ODgzNjg2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNDkxMzc3MDE@._V1_SY317_CR0,0,214,317_AL_It’s Sunday, so how about a grab bag post?  Sure.

  • Godzilla was exactly the movie I wanted.  I read a review yesterday that called it the best summer movie since Jaws, and while I think that’s sliiiightly higher praise than it deserves I think it’s actually a pretty good movie to compare it to.  Both films are masters of the slow build; you don’t see the shark for over an hour into Jaws and Godzilla is great about keeping the monster backgrounded until it’s time to see him.  The humans are as good as they need to be; unlike, say, Pacific Rim, which felt the need for dumbass comic relief characters.   The other thing?  There are moments– several, in fact– of genuine beauty in the film, which is not something I’ve said about a summer blockbuster type of film before.  The bit referenced in the movie poster there is the best example.
  • All that said, I think they told Ken Watanabe that they were only paying him for one facial expression for the entire movie and if he used more than that one it was just too bad.  I love Watanabe most of the time, but I think we’re going to see a memoir from him in ten or twelve years where he reveals that he doesn’t remember anything about filming Godzilla because he was high on painkillers for every second of the production. He spends the entire movie with this look of dazed shock on his face that, by the end of the film, is unintentionally hilarious.
  • That’s my biggest complaint.  Everything else?  Awesome.  If there is any chance that you will enjoy a movie called Godzilla then you should drop everything and go see this right now when you can see it with a big crowd.
  • Related:  People.  If you show up on opening weekend of a big summer movie at 7:32 when the movie is supposed to start at 7:30?  And there are tons of people in the shit seats at the front of the theater?  Don’t bother climbing the stairs to go check on that empty seat in the corner.  Some motherfucker in the bathroom has already claimed that seat, and every sumbitch in the floor seats already went and checked.  You didn’t magically spot the one empty seat that everyone missed.  Your ass is late.  Go directly to the best of the remaining crappy seats because that’s all that’s left.
  • Also:  movie theater employees!  I understand that it makes your life easier if I’ll move toward the middle.  That said, and with all due respect, the answer is no.  I didn’t show up half an hour early so that some dumb sumbitch who showed up late with a group of six can take my aisle seat at 7:35.  I am a Person of Size and it’s better for everyone if I’m on the aisle.  If you are dumb enough to show up at 7:35 for a 7:30 summer blockbuster on opening weekend you deserve shitty seats.  I’m terribly sorry.  Please don’t take it personally; I know you’re doing your job, and I ain’t mad atcha.  But the answer is still no.
  • It is not impossible that I will hit both 2700 blog followers and 200 Twitter followers today.  You’re probably already following the blog, but do you Twitter?  Hit up the timeline to the right and follow me!
  • I have to mow the front lawn today and I’m actually looking forward to it, which frightens and confuses me.  This may be a manifestation of Dear God Let School End Soon syndrome.
  • I am finished with all lesson planning for the year, a full three weeks early, which has never happened once in my entire teaching career.  That ready for the year to be over.
  • Related: End of Course Assessments (ECA’s) for my Algebra class are tomorrow and Wednesday.  All Indiana high school students are required to pass this test to graduate; the state lets the honors Algebra kids take it in eighth grade (seventh in some districts) and, well, it’s kind of a big deal.  My school has never had more than about 60% of the kids pass in a single year.  I will be pissed if I don’t get 80%.  Amazingly, I’ll know the scores by the end of the week, assuming all of my kids are present for both of the tests.  I’m actually more invested in them doing well here than I am in ISTEP scores.  We’ll see how it goes.

New ways I’m stupid

MerkurRazorSetThe boy is taking a nap and I’ve unofficially determined that Creating Fiction is Not Happening Today.  I just, and by “just” I mean five minutes ago, told my wife that I was going to go lie down in the bedroom for a while.  We’ve got a date night tonight– we’re going to have dinner and then go see Godzilla, which is awesome, because a) Godzilla and b) it’ll give me two hours in which I probably won’t be obsessively monitoring book sales on Amazon like an asshole.

Anyway, yeah.  Five minutes.  Where am I?  Here, in the office, typing nonsense on a screen instead of reading and catching a catnap like a sensible person.  It may be time to abandon the novel I’m reading; anytime it takes me a week to get fifty pages into something it may be a sign that I’m not interested.  But I have friends who love the series, so… yeah.

I have developed a fascination over the last few days with safety razors.  This is not entirely a new phenomenon; it’s happened before, and I’ve managed to fight it off each time, but I don’t recall it striking me with the intensity that it has this time.  I can’t allow myself to become someone who shaves with a non-cartridge razor.  I am too clumsy to be waving sharp things around my face and I also have evolved my morning routine for maximum efficiency and speed, and taking fifteen minutes to carefully lather and shave and then clean everything up (without slicing my face to ribbons, because have I mentioned you can slice your face to ribbons with these things if you fuck up with them?) just doesn’t sound like something I’m really capable of doing.  Plus?  Expensive.  It turns out that this has become an impressively complicated niche market, and the tools that the big boys say are necessary for a genuine safety razor shave run pricey at first.  Of course, once you get set up you’re spending $.10 on razors for the rest of your life, so you catch up quick on the ridiculous price of cartridge razors, but then you cut your throat open and die when someone drops something heavy near you and startles you while you’re shaving.

(Also, my god, the complexity: what kind of razor?  How long should the handle be?  Did you know that razors are rated by “aggressiveness”?  Soap or cream, and don’t you dare use shaving cream out of a can like a philistine.  There are three thousand kinds of blades, some of which are considered far too sharp to be used by newbies.  Should your brush be made of boar hair or badger?  (Yes, boar and badger are the choices.)  If badger, which of the four separate grades of badger hair would you like/can you afford?  You know that your choice of boar or badger should probably correlate with the shaving soap/shaving cream dilemma, right?  Aftershave?  How much glycerine should be in your aftershave?  Will you be buying a stand for your razor and your brush, or just leaving them on the countertop like a loser so that your son can grab them and circumcise himself?  And are you prepared for just how ridiculously expensive stands can be?  Would you like a referral to Pinterest, where they show you how to make one from a wire coat hanger?  Yours won’t look like that, though.)

Here’s how I shave: in the shower, with water.  The thought of shaving my face with a blade is scary enough; how the shit am I gonna handle shaving my scalp?  With magic, apparently, or just by continuing to buy cartridges until I’m good enough to try the double-edge on my head.  Ever cut your scalp while shaving, by the way?  It bleeds like a motherfucker.

Oh, and I’ve determined to a fair degree of certainty that there are no stores anywhere anymore where I can actually buy any of this shit, so if I’m getting anything, I have to order it from Amazon sight unseen– which, man, is just my favorite thing– and then sit through a week of buyer’s remorse while I wait for everything to show up.

Then I can cut my face off.  Whee!

In which I am excessively excited

peads67jcssbovfep1w4I get to see Godzilla tomorrow, guys.

Wheeee!

Let’s see.  I may not actually have that much to say at the moment; today was a remarkably easy day at work and I haven’t been home long enough for anything on the Internet to piss me off yet.  Mostly I’m looking forward to actually having two whole days off in a row, since I took tomorrow night off from OtherJob so as to not collapse into a rage/exhaustion coma at any point between now and the end of the school year.  Next weekend I should also get two days off in a row since two Mondays from now is Memorial Day, so I ought to be able to make it to the end of the school year without killing anybody.

Ought to.

I dunno, maybe there will be more later; this is kinda blah.  There will likely be work on the bathroom this weekend too so you’ll get to mock my carpentry skills some more.  🙂