We should know from the start that, in these things, I’ve always been on the side of King Kong.
Perhaps above its artistic achievements, Godzilla vs Kong will go down in history as the first blockbuster of the post-COVID era, the early numbers suggesting it’s getting people in various parts of the world back into cinemas for the first time.
Not yet here in the UK yet, but that didn’t stop us making it family viewing via streaming the other night. The kids were well up for it and duly enjoyed it, as basically two CGI titans engage in an epic slugfest.
You don’t need me to explain any plot – not sure I could do so usefully, anyway – because it’s about what it says in the title, and we certainly get a lot of that, at sea, in the middle of Hong Kong and in the earth’s core – yes, there’s a journey to the centre of the earth – haven’t seen one of them for ages – where’s Doug McLure when you really need him, I thought?
Look, Godzilla vs Kong is no Hagler Hearns or Ali Foreman but it’s what we needed – I could moan about dialogue and Rebecca Hall’s mannered performance and the fact that Godzilla has no personality and there not enough sense of global jeopardy – but I’m not going to do that because it seems entirely not the point and I can’t deny that for a big dumb monster movie on an Easter afternoon, it does the job, just about.
And by the end, I’d got through quite a few mini eggs.