Godzilla vs Kong: you get the idea
It has come to this.
Our dinner was a fluffy mushroom and arugula risotto, simmered in beef stock and a 2017 organic shiraz, served with homemade, rich challah bread adapted from a recipe for brioche.
We took our warmed plates upstairs with us to watch Godzilla vs Kong. We paid 25 bucks.
Let me put this in context: my favourite film is Merchant-Ivory’s A Room with a View. But when there’s a group vote you can’t always go see what you want. Once upon a time in movie theatres I had to look away from the giant screen and cover my eyes during: the 1995 Jumanji scene with the giant spiders. Ursula the Sea Witch. Too much Aaron Sorkin can even be overwhelming.
But COVID has made us all desperate for escape. If we can’t take to the highway, we’ll waddle upstairs to the TV room.
I needn’t have worried. (Spoiler alert: prepare for revelations about the movie that would not surprise a 7-year-old.) The plot goes like this: Hong Kong super-lizard whose roar looks like vagina dentata with lasers, fights with an All-American (he punches!) giant Shrek in need of a body wax. Over and over. We munched on chocolates and watched nine rounds of Wrestlemania with monsters.
The small screen helped, but considering my standards for fun thirteen months into this damned pandemic, my review? It wasn’t too bad.
If in future you want my assessment of good movies to watch, you have been warned.