Godzilla and Kong first squared off in 1962’s King Kong vs Godzilla (Kong got first billing back then), the Toho Studios film that mashed together monsters both East and West. (Before the Japanese studio got involved, the original template had Kong meeting Frankenstein.)
This time, the ultra-heavyweight prize fight between the Coke and Pepsi of the MonsterVerse doesn’t break any new ground. That might be its salvation. Wingard (You’re Next, The Guest) gives us some solid supporting characters (Brian Tyree Henry as a podcasting conspiracy theorist on the right track is the best of the humans) and some slick sound design.
But mostly Godzilla vs Kong supplies appropriately silly sci-fi escapades and a few good rounds of monster mayhem, including, in their first meeting, a ballet of battleships on the open ocean.
It’s home Kong seeks in Godzilla vs Kong. That sunny morning waterfall, it turns out, is an enclosed habitat for the locked-up ape, who’s watched over tenderly by Dr Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall) and her deaf adopted daughter Jia (Kaylee Hottle).
When Godzilla makes a seemingly unprompted attack on Apex, a high-tech cybernetics company ruled by Walter Simmons (Demián Bichir), a plan is hatched to use Kong to lure Godzilla to the surface and then track Godzilla to his power source — an undiscovered centre-of-the-world realm theorised to exist by “hollow Earth” proponent Nathan Lind (Alexander Skarsgård).
It’s a scheme so obviously destined to run afoul and turn a metropolis into ruins that you can almost hear Hong Kong pleading, “Please, no.”
With a debt owed to Jules Verne, Godzilla vs Kong makes its way, via Antarctica, to the centre of the Earth. It covers a lot of mileage only to ultimately fall back where so many action blockbusters do: at the hands of a megalomaniac tech CEO.
It’s not just a predictable foe for the kaijus, who have cycled through countless metaphors over the decades. It’s also a somewhat ironic one. Godzilla vs Kong is so much a totem to the powers of advanced technical wizardry.
Shot with a lustrous glow by Ben Seresin, the movie is soaked in the glossy sheen of CGI. King Kong, born in stop-motion, and Godzilla, once a guy in a suit, have swelled so much in design and texture that they now appear like veteran movie stars who have moved on from their B-movie origins.
By the end, they appear exhausted, and who can blame them? They’re likely tired from emerging again and again from the depths to play out our fantasies of destruction. Next time, someone should let Kong hit the snooze.
Godzilla vs Kong, a Warner Bros release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for intense sequences of destruction, mayhem and creature violence. Running time: 113 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.