Cert 12A
123 mins
BBFC advice: Contains moderate violence, threat
Mrs W looked at me with an expression of disdain.
Godzilla had transported me back to my youth and I couldn't help grinning but she didn't get it.
I know it was cheesy. I know the finale could have been predicted nearly two hours before it happened. I know the acting was hammed up.
But all of the above rekindled a fond memory of those clunky, dubbed Japanese films from days of yore.
In my view, Godzilla succeeds where Pompeii fails. It is a disaster movie which isn't a lampoon but clearly doesn't take itself too seriously.
And I highly recommend watching it on a big a screen as possible (we saw it in IMAX at Nottingham Cineworld)
Gareth Edwards' picture opens in the Far East where a drilling operation has literally upset a monster which feeds off radiation.
Earthquake-like chaos ensues and one of the early victims of the carnage is the wife (Juliette Binoche) of a scientist (Bryan Cranston).
Cranston's character becomes obsessed with a cover-up which follows and the subsequent danger of more mayhem.
Of course, the latter is exactly what happens and Cranston's son (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) is at the forefront of trying to avoid disaster.
As is Ken Watanabe, who has a face of fixed disbelief in his role as a monster observer and has Sally Hawkins as his side-kick.
In fact, Godzilla's cast list is impressive but inevitably under-used.
Binoche is on screen for about five minutes while Hawkins and Elizabeth Olsen have bit parts.
Mind you, presumably when they signed up they knew they were going to play second fiddle to 300ft tall monsters.
Indeed, nobody watches Godzilla for the acting. Fans just want crashing buildings and death-defying escapades. Fear not. They get them in spades.
Laughs: two
Jumps: one
Vomit: none
Nudity: only the monsters are naked