This is the weirdest thing: I thought that I had already done Eight Legged Freaks as a MotW. It’s a great flick, if you accept that it’s about giant mutated spiders and nothing else. No, seriously: watch the deleted scenes. They ruthlessly cut out the hero’s entire backstory and emotional motivation, in favor of a thirty second exposition dump made by another character. Why? Because it was getting in the way of all the giant mutated spiders.
This movie did not take itself seriously, but it did recognize what I was there for. I wanted giant mutated spiders. It gave me as much of that as it could. I was well-content.
And so adieu, Godzilla. Adieu.