I’ve always felt bad for the monster, when the good guy killed him, like he always does. I’ve always felt for the bad guy so poorly written, like a one trick pony frozen in disbelief, thawing out with a whiskey he never gets to drink.
Maybe Godzilla smashes all them people cuz they won’t stop screaming. Perhaps he just wants to have a few pints before he wanders back into the sea, to the wife and family.
Maybe ol Jason Vohries just wants to be left alone in the devouring silence and not inundated by boring loud horny teens every weekend. Maybe he finds the forest and lake beautiful and humanity a form of blight. Maybe he’s just pruning the garden.
If I was the black hat I wouldn’t even show up to the final gunfight. Let the simpleton good guy rot in that shitty small town. Let him wait for an eternity and ponder the true meaning of evil.
