Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire strands its two titans in a bland, ugly movie

There's this webcomic I used to read created by two brothers. Drawn by 28-year old Ethan Nicolle, Axe Cop follows a cop with an axe who fights dinosaurs, bad guys and the accurately but unfortunately named villain "Baby-man." The comic was written by Ethan's younger brother, Malachai Nicolle. He was five.

Nothing has ever reminded me more of that sugar-fuelled, sticky-fingered storytelling than Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. In the scene where an evil orangutan wields a diamond-tipped whip made out of a monster's spine while riding an ancient ice-dragon inside a lava-filled hollow Earth's super-secret anti-gravity dome, I thought of Malachai. 

While Axe Cop went on to win a few comic-of-the-year awards, I doubt there are many Oscars in this film's future. Godzilla x Kong is one of the most aggressively bland, overwhelmingly stupid and insultingly ugly things I've had to sit through since Master of Disguise taught me as a 10-year-old that movies can, in fact, be bad.

Godzilla x Kong and its prequels exist to show off 300-foot kaijus beating each other, the occasional skyscraper and their own chests.

And there's nothing wrong with movies that are just sort of slide shows of fights, explosions and squinting action heroes. They have a style, vernacular and goals all their own, and (usually) shouldn't be judged by how deep and insightful their stories are. This is coming from the guy who actually defended Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

But Godzilla x Kong takes that style to the depths of its own hollow Earth. Its barely coherent plot flips between three impossible-to-follow arcs, it's populated with characters less sympathetic than the cast of Succession, and it has all the aesthetic flare of ChatGPT art.

That said, its action sequences can at times be entertaining (if you excuse the legitimate nausea a perpetually flipping camera can inspire), and the monster design is at least consistently creative — if largely limited to either giant monkey, giant lizard, or spiny eel. 

But the paper-thin plot duct-taped together to weave between those scenes and monsters stumbles into the genre's inch-high bar.

The first group to knock it down are the humans, led by a few franchise familiars: scientist and Kong research specialist Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall), her comic-relief blogger buddy Bernie Hayes (Bryan Tyree Henry) and the last surviving member of the Kong-defending Iwi people, Jia (Kaylee Hottle). 

The three come together for confusing semi-scientific, semi-spiritual and all-cliched reasons.

As Jia struggles to make sense of her new school following the death of her entire tribe, she's plagued by visions of film's most reliably creepy shape: pyramids. Her vague scribblings end up perfectly matching something Ilene has been studying. 

For reasons that are never really clear, that prompts Ilene to grab the absolutely vital conspiracist and podcast host Bernie and a few other friends to delve into the centre of the planet, a hollow cavern that hosts its own forested, monster-filled world.

While the first half of the movie does little to actually explain what's going on here, it at least brings us to the lair of the main star: Kong. 

A cross between Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry and Joaquin Phoenix in C'mon C'mon, Kong roams by himself in his jungle prison. He's apparently lonely enough to take on a migraine-inducing rat-monkey named Suko as a sidekick just minutes after he tries to kill him, but not quite lonely enough to keep from murdering every other living thing foolish enough to cross his path.