Director: Gareth Edwards
Brody (Taylor-Johnson) is a marine, whose mother (Binoche) was killed by a nuclear accident in Japan. When his father (Cranston) is arrested for trespassing in the supposedly dangerous radioactive zone, looking for what really happened, he travels to his aid only find himself at the start of a reawakening of parasitic monsters who feed on nuclear energy. Enlisted by scientists (Watanabe and Hawkins) who are convinced his father's insight into the nuclear disaster will help them defeat the creatures, Brody finds himself face to face with the monsters and an even bigger monster who seeks them out; Godzilla.
No matter how hard it tries, Godzilla simply can't overcome its B-movie origins. Ignoring its grey palate, its band of thespians and dischordently daring music, this is still a movie about an oversized lizard knocking over sky-scrapers and grappling with giant bats. Its nuclear-origins stinks of 60s sci-fi (though the "sci" is very loose indeed) and no dressing up of the story can overcome its sheer impossibility. And all of this aside, the whole film bogs itself down with a hero it's difficult to care about on the small-scale intended when in the edges of the frame thousands are being slaughtered without a second glance.
Cranston is wooden, Binoche pointless, Hawkins cringe-worthy, Watanabe solely present to pronounce "Godzilla" properly and Aaron Taylor-Johnson's presence solely as man-candy was made all the worse for not justifying this by at least taking his top off even for a second, which was the last in a whole series of disappointments this film threw at its poor audience. My patience is beginning to wear very thin with these sorts of movies now. Where is Christopher Nolan when you need him? Oh yes, that's right, Interstellar is coming later this year *holds breath*.