Come on man. My main complaint with most Kaiju movies has always been the poorly written characters stealing the limelight from the self titled monster. Godzilla Minus One gives us plenty of incredibly well executed Godzilla scenes while weaving in their most compelling narrative to date. Prior to Minus One my favorite Godzilla was Shin, and this is a damn close second.

The American movies have always faltered when it comes to the narrative, but give us some pretty great monster scenes, however short they may be. Not an issue with the newest Toho entry.

God the soundtrack hits.

Fennell lives on the surface, skirting around any sort of subtext with the pure intent of engagement. I’ve read Wuthering Heights twice, once as required reading in highschool and the second time earlier this year in prep for the movie. I’m no Brontë purist, do what you will with your source material. But this screenplay feels like it was proofed by Sam Levinson and Levinson alone. It’s a horny, angsty, teeny-bopper mode that Fennell thrives in.

Spielberg knows what works. Sincerity and car chases.

"Jesus Christ..., what's his name?"
Works so well since Willem Dafoe literally plays Jesus Christ.