This is probably a good time to say it again: The gaudy goriness of Nobody ain’t for everybody. Lots of heads get blown off; bones are snapped like kindling.
The first two-thirds of Moffie feels like a bucket of cold ice water, and most of the world could use a good dousing. That greatness dissipates into mere goodness, but this is still a film of haunting poetic beauty, and I heartily recommend it.
Godzilla vs. Kong won’t reshape cinema as we know it, but it also won’t make you want to chuck your TV into the Gulf of Mexico, either. If you’re in the mood for junk food, then this should more than satisfy that craving.