The entire Godzilla Reiwa era thus far (four films) has been utterly dire. It's a mix of stubbornness and hope that's got me through it. The conclusion of the animated trilogy is perhaps the worst of the trio, precisely because it had the potential to be the best of them but cocked it up in every conceivable way: its core theme is needlessly convoluted, when heartfelt simplicity would've been more meaningful; the twins and the egg scenario amounted to nothing but disappointment; and the showdown between Godzilla and Ghidorah is a lifeless bore with yet more tiresome commentary from the spectators.
The story's attempts at turning such notions as belief, Godhood, and gematria into a binding philosophy are laudable but altogether laughable. In each case, the poster art of the anime films are better than the films themselves.
1½ wings of death out of 5
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