Godzilla vs. Kong (2021) – 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray + Digital Code

Please note that all framegrabs are from the 1080p version

½*/**** Image A+ Sound A Extras C+
starring Godzilla, King Kong, Alexander Skarsgård, Demián Bichir
screenplay by Eric Pearson and Max Borenstein
directed by Adam Wingard

by Walter Chaw Godzilla is a reaction to America’s attack on two civilian targets with nuclear weapons in the same way the current American superhero cycle is a reaction to 9/11. King Kong is an offshoot of Edgar Wallace’s sledgehammer racist “Sanders of the River” tales, which he parlayed into early drafts of the screenplay that eventually became 1933’s King Kong. Though it’s possible to make a Godzilla or a King Kong movie without these ghosts of American war crimes, colonialism, and racism haunting it, Adam Wingard’s Godzilla vs. Kong (hereafter GvK) ain’t it. Not when these two giant metaphors for the poison of American exceptionalism destroy Hong Kong, a Chinese city the British only recently returned to the Chinese, before banding together to fight a Mexican-American’s Japanese-piloted robot dinosaur. The film is a mess, an ideological jumble and a disaster of narrative that reduces its able cast to half exposition dump, half glazed reaction shots. It doesn’t have anything to say and even in the worst of its predecessors, this was never the case. GvK isn’t interested in ecology, in arms proliferation, in sociopolitical struggles–and failing all the big things it’s not about, it’s also free of parental issues, a romantic subplot, a compelling villain, or, indeed, a compelling hero. It’s a giant nothing-burger. And that’s without mentioning this new craze of writing a perfect minority child to teach the growed-ups how to get in touch with their better natures.

Kyle Chandler and Millie Bobby Brown return (probably? Who can remember?) as a clenched-jaw dad and his conspiracy-theory-addicted daughter. There is currently a conspiracy epidemic in the United States, but this film makes light of how young Madison (Brown) listens to adorably nutty Bernie’s (Brian Tyree Henry) podcast about how the evil corporation run by evil billionaire Walter Simmons (Demián Bichir) is involved in nefarious shenanigans. Madison and her buddy Josh (Julian Dennison, Ricky Baker of The Hunt for the Wilderpeople), whose dynamic plays like a less-natural-seeming Peter Parker/Ned Leeds pairing, decide to track Bernie down and do so easily because Bernie showers in bleach–the better to erase biological trackers, right? But a Black man showering with bleach should be something more than a throwaway bit of quirky business, shouldn’t it? And should Bernie really be doing a Mr. Yunioshi accent through a closed door to throw his quarry off his scent? Are these things permissible now? Maybe Asians are all fish-mongers and comic relief in your universe, but not mine.

This trio–the hero girl, her schlubby ethnic buddy, and the crazy Black guy who thinks a tech center they discover would make a great DJ booth–are meant to provide some kind of access into the corporate malfeasance portion of the plot, but that presupposes a plot to access. Access denied! Not helping is the tortured script by Eric Pearson and Matt Borenstein, tasked as it is with handling all of the lore of the “Monsterverse” and all of the lore of the Toho Godzillas, plus setting up future instalments and managing notes from the committees in charge of movies like this, which are only interested in protecting their investment. When casting minorities in all supporting roles, however, it’s important to realize you’re not doing something new through representation, but in fact doing something very old in careless stereotyping and tokenism. Consider the little deaf girl with a mystical connection to King Kong, Jia, played by newcomer Kaylee Hottle. She’s the last survivor of Skull Island’s human inhabitants, who were the most outwardly problematic part of previous Kong films. While all credit is due for casting a hearing-impaired actor to portray a hearing-impaired character, for me much of that goodwill is squandered by a vague racial depiction that has only evolved from frankly bigoted in previous incarnations to somewhat paternalistic in this one. It’s not meaningful progress. It may actually be worse for its “good” intentions.

Jia is used as the conduit between the humans and Kong. In one of a few giant, CGI-heavy set-pieces in the film, she convinces Kong to go down a tunnel that leads to the Jules Verne-ian centre of a hollowed-out earth. What does one find there? Story inconsistencies and a magical axe that functions, The Rise of Skywalker-like, as a Tomb Raider key for an ancient doohickey-whatsit the film’s eggheads, Nathan Lind (Alexander Skarsgård) and Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall), variously describe as indescribable. It’s blue magic. (Godzilla has blue magic, too.) They drill a hole to Hong Kong (which is perilously close to the old jokes about digging holes to China) and knock down a bunch of buildings, and then there’s that thing where Walter Simmons’s evil daughter Maia (Eiza Gonzalez) sends a special code about the blue magic to her dad so he can activate the Mecha-Godzilla he’s been building, which he has a Japanese kid, Ren (Shun Oguri), pilot because…it’s a mecha and Japanese people…pilot mechas? Immediately after transmitting said code to daddy, Maia gets murdered, but this does not bother daddy. In all this bloat, there should’ve been time and room to be better than this. The key to enjoying GvK is that you must not think much about it as you’re watching it–and certainly not after and probably not before, either. The trick is to accidentally find oneself watching it and then, as one is doing so, pretend one is not, so that one might enjoy the experience. It’s like an advanced yoga class, or Douglas Adams’s instructions for flight: when you fall, miss the ground.

Watching earlier entries in either series is not only not a prerequisite to pleasure–it’s an impediment to it. Watching other films, period, probably injures the experience as well. GvK‘s only function is to be rated against its brothers and sisters and then championed jealously or resented pathologically–less an art object than a make-believe girlfriend two lonely boys have imagined at the same time. I want to call out an early scene where Kong, in giant shackles on the deck of a boat, is shown trailing his hand in the water to the tune of “Loving Arms,” a song first made popular by Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge, but made beautiful and lilting by Dobie Gray the following year. One of its lyrics has the lovelorn singer long for “the freedom of my chains.” It’s a pretty song made devastating with a Black singer–something like the trick Tarantino pulled off in Django Unchained by associating Jim Croce’s “I Got a Name” with his enslaved hero breaking free and getting, for the first time in his life, to choose his own clothes. Context matters. In this context, behold western culture’s crowning metaphor for fear of a Black planet, make him docile and tranquilized, in chains, on a boat; this is the song you choose to drop a needle on? It’s one thing to be ignorant of what things mean, or that they mean anything, another to be so willfully ignorant you’ve now become dangerous.

What can be said in GvK‘s favour is that the special effects are indeed affected and that there is a lot of punching and spitting (albeit without much in the way of stakes attached). The rooting interest here isn’t the unlikely eventuality of one defeating the other, but rather that they fight so the people parts mercifully stop happening. The lighting for the Hong Kong battle is a beautiful evocation of how Chinese filmmakers have been shooting Hong Kong for decades now. You’re welcome. It’s considered an offense to suggest that a film like this be about something: To request meaning in entertainment is the province of the joyless, not the joy of the substantial. GvK is a defiantly anti-intellectual, bullying entertainment engineered for inoffensiveness (despite being built on incredibly loaded storylines) for the bombastic glorification of itself. Some will say it’s better on the big screen in the way that a terrible band might be preferable live because at least live, one is deafened in the company of drunkards. That may be so. If that sounds like a good time, have I got a movie for you. Originally published: March 29, 2021.

THE 4K UHD DISC
by Bill Chambers Warner shepherds Godzilla vs. Kong to 4K UHD disc after a brief theatrical/HBO Max window. The 2.39:1, 2160p transfer is among the most flamboyant I’ve seen of a contemporary title with regards to its use of HDR (Dolby Vision and HDR10+) and particularly the wide colour gamut. Captured digitally with the large-format Arri Alexa 65 and Arri Alexa Mini at a resolution as high as 6K (of course, large swaths of the film include enough computer-generated imagery to qualify as animation), Godzilla vs. Kong is the first entry in the Legendary cycle of kaiju eiga to be finished at 4K; and I believe it’s also the first to eschew anamorphic lenses. Director Adam Wingard doesn’t run from the crispness of digital photography, resulting in stunning close-up detail. Get ready to see some pores! (And big monkey cuticles!) This is not to call the image uncinematic or unartful–for one thing, Wingard loves lens flares. Like, loves them. Predictably, the atomic blue that crackles through Godzilla’s skin–and sometimes space rocks or some shit–and jets out of him in belches of propane flames receives an electric push from HDR, but it’s the fight between the bioluminescent Godzilla and a glowing-axe-wielding Kong in Hong Kong that truly stops the show, delivering neon hues with a brilliance rarely seen outside of Laser Floyd, let alone in one’s living room. As for the Dolby Atmos audio, in its 7.1 Dolby TrueHD mixdown it delivers bone-rattling bass and a great deal of immersion, with Junkie XL’s score enveloping the viewer as much as the mayhem. While I did find the high-end slightly shrill and the track overall a little fatiguing, the former might just be my equipment and the latter is the nature of this ridiculously restless film.

Recorded before the movie came out, Wingard’s feature-length yakker is fittingly breathless. Much of it pertains to his roots in low-budget filmmaking, which served him well on a production that often struggled to subsidize its creators’ whims. In other words, lots of repurposing of props and footage took place. Wingard even drew the fake children’s drawings instead of leaving it in the art department’s hands. He takes credit for the idea of the magic axe, and says his “main drive” in making the film was to see Godzilla fight Kong in “a synth-wave neon city.” Godzilla vs. Kong is pretty much what you’d expect from the director of The Guest and the same goes for this yak-track, a frequent shopping list of references to ’80s pop culture. (I did enjoy the Norm Macdonald-ish dis on Mecha Godzilla as “the biggest jerk ever.”) That’s it for extras on the 4K platter, but the retail Blu-ray bundled with it (along with a voucher code) contains a grab-bag of HD featurettes divided into sections dubbed “The God”–“Godzilla Attacks” (6 mins.), “The Phenomenon of Gojira: King of the Monsters” (10 mins.), and “The Rise of Mechagodzilla” (7 mins.)–and “The King.” (The latter contains “Kong Leaves Home” (8 mins.), “Kong Discovers Hollow Earth” (8 mins.), “Behold Kong’s Temple” (6 mins.), and “The Evolution of Kong: Eighth Wonder of the World” (8 mins.).) There are also three segments on the “Battles”–“Round One: Battle at Sea” (5 mins.), “Round Two: One Will Fall” (6 mins.), and “Titan Tag Team: The King and the God” (8 mins.)–that mainly offer fight commentary from executive producer Jay Ashenfelter.

Produced by Leva FilmWorks, Inc., these makings-of don’t add up to much even though they’re high in number, and the use of archival interviews conducted during the press junkets for the previous films, starting with 2014’s Godzilla reboot, is both discombobulating and pathetic. I think you could probably turn the camera around on the technical crew assembling these things and find people more informed and passionate about the cinematic legacy of these giant monsters than Brie Larson and Bryan Cranston. At any rate, there isn’t much there here beyond a chance to marvel at Brian Tyree Henry’s sartorial chutzpah. When Wingard compared his Kong to Eastwood in Unforgiven, I nearly sprained a wrist doing the jerk-off gesture–though I laughed and laughed and laughed again at him instructing the animators to replicate his own Jack Dorsey beard in updating Kong’s look. The whole movie should’ve been Kong doing weird hipster shit in the Park Slope equivalent of Skull Island, maybe him and Godzilla starting rival coffeehouses. Credit where credit is due, it’s neat discovering through plentiful B-roll that some of the more fantastic backdrops were physical sets as opposed to virtual ones. What’s less neat is the Pacific Rim erasure as the filmmakers pretend it’s a straight evolutionary line from Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla to their Godzilla vs. Kong. This entire package took me a month to review because it’s like trudging through quick-drying cement. They call this living?

113 minutes; PG-13; UHD: 2.39:1 (2160p/MPEG-H), Dolby Vision|HDR10+, BD: 2.39:1 (1080p/MPEG-4); UHD: English Dolby Atmos (7.1 Dolby TrueHD core), English DD 5.1, English DVS 2.0, French DD 5.1, Spanish DD 5.1, Italian Dolby Atmos (7.1 Dolby TrueHD core), BD: English Dolby Atmos (7.1 Dolby TrueHD core), English DD 5.1, English DVS 2.0, French DD 5.1, Spanish DD 5.1, Portuguese DD 5.1; UHD: English SDH, French, Spanish, Italian SDH, Danish, Finnish, Norwegian, Swedish, Korean, Traditional Mandarin, Simplified Mandarin subtitles, BD: English SDH, French, Spanish, Portuguese subtitles; BD-66+ BD-50; Region-free; Warner