If Michael Bay films were the gold standard for big budget action spectaculars, then the new Godzilla would be a triumph. The problem is, waiting until the third act to see a proper monster fight in a monster movie in which the only interesting character is a massively talented star who isn't around nearly as long as anyone would like is a poor way to set up this type of film. Brian Cranston does an excellent job of getting the viewer invested in his character so that his absence is noted. But unfortunately, the movie fails to please as a whole, and while the payoff from the climatic actions scene is far and away more rewarding then anything in Pacific Rim, most of the movie is a patience exercise, waiting for something interesting to happen. If you want to devour a visual feast of chaos and destruction, treat yourself with an old Blue-Ray instead.