If what your soul craves is a big, dumb film, then the latest iteration of Godzilla is the film for you, because Godzilla is about as big and dumb as film-making gets.
This is a film that has a script so dumb it could have been written by repeatedly hitting a typewriter with a sledgehammer. This is a film where the best thing every human actor in it could have done was to join all the screaming extras and run away, as fast as they could, to let the monsters do their stuff.
Yet for all this - or possibly because of all of this - Godzilla somehow manages to be the sort of big, dumb fun that is sometimes called for in a film. Unlike the Transformers franchise, which makes me angry with all its excess and stupidity, Godzilla is both excessive and stupid but somehow manages not to be offensive.
Part of this is possibly due to the presence in the cast of veteran Japanese actor Ken Watanabe, who spends all his screen time wearing the exact same perplexed face I am wearing in the audience, thus reassuring me that I'm not the only one going "WTF" at each and every plot contrivance. Domo arigato for that, Ken.
Of course, being dumb and big is nothing new to the monster film genre. This is, for the most part, how these films roll. And, I suggest, down here in Aotearoa, what is to stop us rolling in the very same direction? This is why, for your reading pleasure, Tuatara! is my humble offering as New Zealand's entree into the monster film genre.