Adam Wingard gives this series the fights it kept promising: in daylight, in one piece, with a sense of who is winning. The human scenes between rounds are as lazy as anything in a film this size. Kong carries it.
Four films in, the shared series that began with Godzilla (2014) has arrived at the only thing anyone wanted from it. The tagline says “One will fall”, the title says who, and Adam Wingard’s job is to get the two of them into the same shot and let us watch. He does, three times, and the fights are the best this series has staged: lit, legible and long enough to have a shape. Between them sit the human scenes, and those are among the laziest we have sat through in a film of this size.
The setup is brisk. Kong lives under a dome on Skull Island, watched by Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall) and understood only by Jia (Kaylee Hottle), a deaf orphan who signs to him. Godzilla comes ashore in Pensacola and wrecks a plant owned by Apex Cybernetics. Its chief, Walter Simmons (Demián Bichir), hires Nathan Lind (Alexander Skarsgård), a discredited scientist whose book about a world inside the Earth nobody bought, to lead an expedition there with Kong as the guide. Meanwhile Madison Russell (Millie Bobby Brown) decides a conspiracy podcaster called Bernie Hayes (Brian Tyree Henry) is on to something and goes looking for him with her friend Josh (Julian Dennison).
What Wingard understands, and the previous two films did not, is that a punch needs a camera that stays still. Ben Seresin shoots the first bout in flat sea daylight, off the decks of a naval convoy, so that we can see the fur, the scales and the exact moment Kong’s foot slips. Josh Schaeffer holds the shots. When Kong lands one on Godzilla’s jaw and the lizard goes into the water, we grinned like children and were not remotely ashamed of it; that is the reaction this series has been chasing for seven years and it took until now to get there. Hong Kong, later, is lit like a nightclub in pink and blue, and Tom Hammock and Owen Paterson’s world beneath the crust has its gravity the wrong way up and a ruin with an axe in it, which is exactly as much backstory as a giant ape requires.
Kong is the performance of the film. The animators give him a heavy sigh on an Antarctic ice shelf, a rub of a sore shoulder, a way of looking at Jia as if she were the only sensible person present, and she is. Hottle, acting opposite an animal that is not there, is the one human we believed. Godzilla, by contrast, is a weather event. The film knows this and gives him the entrances and Kong the close-ups, and that is the right call.
Then the people talk. Max Borenstein and Eric Pearson’s script gives them two jobs, to explain the hollow planet and to explain the evil company, and they perform both by telling each other things they already know. Skarsgård plays his scientist as a man mildly surprised to have been asked. Hall has one expression, worried, and is asked for nothing else. Henry works hard for laughs and gets some; Brown and Dennison stand behind him and react. Bichir does the smirking billionaire, Eiza Gonzalez as his daughter is there to look impatient in a cockpit, and Kyle Chandler, Lance Reddick and Hakeem Kae-Kazim are present in the sense that their names appear on the credits. Somewhere around the second boardroom scene we were bored, and then irritated, because a film that can build that ocean fight plainly knows what it is doing and had chosen not to do it here.
Junkie XL’s score is synthesiser pulse and brass, loud, and in the neon stretches it suits the pictures; elsewhere it is simply on. Ann Foley’s costumes tell us who is corporate and who is field by the colour of their jackets, which is more than the dialogue manages.
Against the series’ own standards this is the best of the American entries for action and the worst for everything around it. Kong: Skull Island (2017) had people you could stand; Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019) had a plot; this has neither and does not mind. The 1962 Japanese original, King Kong vs. Godzilla, at least had the sense to be funny about it.
See it on the largest screen in the house with the sound up, and keep a hand near the remote for the middle stretches. It runs 114 minutes and carries a 12, and at least forty of those minutes are as good as this kind of thing gets.