The premise — a pharmaceutical company needs to boost the ratings of a TV show they sponsor and decide the best way to do it is to film giant monsters destroying Japan — is so ludicrous it must have been chosen as a deliberate meta-commentary on the audience for these movies, which were intended as brutal parables about nuclear horror and quickly pivoted to over-the-top kaiju slugfests. There are a lot of human characters on the sidelines; trying to escape, trying to save someone they love, trying to engineer some trap that will stop the title characters, but really just watching the spectacle the same way we are. Godzilla looks okay; King Kong looks like one of my kids’ stuffed animals that got left in the dryer too long.