Godzilla, Godawful!

Who is Gareth Edwards that someone authorized him to direct the multi-million dollar production of Godzilla? This is probably the worst job of directing I have ever seen. This film was confusing, messy, and full of flaws. The only two assets were Bryan Cranston and Juliette Binoche. I won't say what happens to her, but Cranston isn't seen for another 15 years during which time he hasn't aged a bit or grown a single gray hair. His son, played by the bland and forgettable Aaron Taylor-Johnson (why do so many mediocrities have three names?) takes over for the disjointed plot of this mis-titled film since the rarely seen Godzilla seems to have a supporting role to two other monsters. The non-director keeps things going in a loud and completely unclear manner. Where are we? Who is that? What's happening? Where's Godzilla? Is he a good or bad monster? The fact that every action scene is filmed at night adds to the viewer's inability to know what's going on. The non-plot is interrupted by the usual cliche sequences of the worried wife working in a hospital and the hero who gets knocked around but never put out of commission. There are two writers listed for this abysmally written non-screenplay. Both apparently think that an action film requires non-stop action.  (Few filmmakers today seem to understand that tension comes from moments of silence not endless chaos.)  The 1956 film Godzilla, King of the Monsters with Raymond Burr was more entertaining and far better directed than this noisy waste of time. If you have Comcast and are tempted to waste $5.99 on this trash, don't.

Note: The film clip that  have chosen for this post will give you some idea of just how clear the rest of the film is.