1 hour of my life that would've been better spent watching something far more exciting, like drying paint. Seriously, this is what "critical success" looks like in Japan? My 8 year old nephew can do better than this.
90% of that hour consisted of a bunch of blathering incompetent bureaucrats soiling their britches. 5% is of the creature slithering around or walking leisurely around at 1 frame per second, and the remaining 5% is the creature going catatonic while it's getting pelted with mortar and bullets.
And this is what they call excellent cinematography in Japan? No self-respecting Kaiju would ever just stand around like an idiot with its arms spread wide saying "here I am, come get me". Legendary's Godzilla would be turning in his grave if he weren't still alive. At the very least he'd be embarrassed to be sharing part of the same name as this dumb beast.
I can't fathom how devoid of imagination, creativity and passion the Japanese film makers must be in order to think this kind of sad drivel is acceptable. Nevermind the actual people who lap this drivel up & call it a masterpiece.
Thankfully I had enough common sense to stop watching around the halfway mark where the beast finally shows some semblance of personality and starts going bananas on its surroundings, because I had already gone past the point of no return and nothing could keep me watching any further.
90% of that hour consisted of a bunch of blathering incompetent bureaucrats soiling their britches. 5% is of the creature slithering around or walking leisurely around at 1 frame per second, and the remaining 5% is the creature going catatonic while it's getting pelted with mortar and bullets.
And this is what they call excellent cinematography in Japan? No self-respecting Kaiju would ever just stand around like an idiot with its arms spread wide saying "here I am, come get me". Legendary's Godzilla would be turning in his grave if he weren't still alive. At the very least he'd be embarrassed to be sharing part of the same name as this dumb beast.
I can't fathom how devoid of imagination, creativity and passion the Japanese film makers must be in order to think this kind of sad drivel is acceptable. Nevermind the actual people who lap this drivel up & call it a masterpiece.
Thankfully I had enough common sense to stop watching around the halfway mark where the beast finally shows some semblance of personality and starts going bananas on its surroundings, because I had already gone past the point of no return and nothing could keep me watching any further.