Godzilla: King of the Monsters

The classic face-off arrives in an emotional vacuum rather than as an earned catharsis; the big fight never feels like a payoff.

This thing is an unholy mess.

Its errors fall mainly under the heading of failing to get out of its own way, and its imperfections are compensated by magnificence.

"Godzilla: King of the Monsters" doesn't need an original story: Like all kaijū movies, it only requires awesome monsters, epic fight scenes and some subtle social commentary.

At... moments you feel like you're in the trippiest of David Attenborough docs.

Dougherty isn't quite sure whether to wow us with the hulking immensity of the action scenes or to wag his finger at us for the environmental hubris of our species.

Doesn't make a lick of sense, but it has a lot of fun along the way.

It is full of hollow characters that escape without scratching from any explosion, foreseeable situations that cause me to yawn and sequences of mass destruction that never leave redundancy. [Full review in Spanish]

King of the Monsters is a solid, powerhouse kaiju story that even manages to find the time to make us like a couple of the human characters as well. That's a win in my monster book.

Don't let naysayers put you off - Godzilla: King of the Monsters is a lot of fun and a bombastic salute to the franchise's history.