The only good thing about Godzilla vs. Kong being my first new release back in theaters after months of pandemic quarantine is that I'm spared the self-doubt that would have come from wondering if my complete disinterest in this was due to having seen this "spectacle" on a TV screen.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Building off of my initial thoughts, part of what makes this work so well is the sense of dread that lingers in your mind whenever it pivots to the Manson family members or Sharon Tate: the expectation/fear that Tarantino’s instinct to embrace cartoonish violence when the film inevitably gets to the attack will be too much to bear. Making Tate such a cosmically likable character means that any chance of seeing her torture presented like that of Beatrix Kiddo or…