I am not a particular Godzilla fan, if in honest. I may be wrong, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen most of the historic films around the giant lizard. In fact, my first introduction was the Roland Emmerich film. I recall enjoying it at the time — I was 7 — but I think it’s safe to say that time has not been kind to it.
So I’m going into Gareth Edwards’ version with a fairly low baseline of expectation. Which might well help it, I suppose.
But the trailers have been engaging, with the right level of foreboding, scale and emotion. Whilst you should never judge a film by its trailer, they have showed a certain level of cinematic understanding. But forget that, why don’t we actually judge a film by the film?
I loved the first Kick Ass film. Loved it. It was funny, it was violent, it had the indescribable comic-book sense of deliberately over-the-top. And yet on top of all that it was serious.
And it featured Nicholas Cage, so of course it was genius.
But here we have the sequel. The idea that no sequels are ever as good as the first is nonsense — see The Empire Strikes Back, for instance — but it does describe a prevailing trend. Stories have a tendency to be built out of nothing, themes over-extended and minutinae plot points blown up into McGuffins — see Jack Sparrow’s compass in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.
And there’s no Nicholas Cage in this one.
So there was some trepidation as I went in to Kick Ass 2, worrying that one of the most innovative and exciting films I had seen in the last five years might be about to be tarred with the brush of an inferior sequel.