Godzilla movies are a funny thing. There is a striking qualitative disparity between the absolute coolness on a conceptual level of giant monsters destroying Tokyo and the generally disappointing and somewhat tedious experience of actually watching what are by and large pretty unremarkable films. It's kind of like love, or sex; perfectly great things which nevertheless invariably and necessarily fail to live up to the pressure of their own platonic ideals. Or is that just me? Either way, it must be said that Godzilla does have fire breath, and Mothra is just plain dope.