It's strange to think that the long-running saga of an enormous radioactive lizard and his silk-spewing giant moth adversary has much room to get weirder, but Godzilla's fifth film manages to get it done. We've still got the requisite amount of flattened cities, quaint special effects and stumbling rubber beasts, plus the added bonus of an amnesiac half-breed princess from Jupiter and a brand new foil: the awkward three-headed dragon Ghidorah, who indiscriminately vomits lightning, flaps a set of heavy wings and wildly kicks his feet like a child at the edge of a swimming pool.

As always, the human interest story is just there to kill time - dull, endless talking when everyone is just there to see the kaiju - but when the scene finally shifts to the heart of that action, the monsters stop swinging to have a chat, too! It's completely absurd; Rodan, Mothra and Godzilla gathered in a little circle, gesticulating and screeching while the civilians look on, dumbfounded, and needlessly explain that they can't understand pterodactyl dialect. The climactic battle is a bit underwhelming, too, like the feeling-out rounds of a prize fight. They exchange a few blows, tag team for a bit, Mothra gets tossed around like an afterthought, and nothing is resolved besides a promise to reconvene for round two. Not a shining moment for the king of monsters, nor his colorful supporting cast.