No matter how many times he is taken down by rival monsters, oxygen destroyers, or box office bombs, Godzilla always returns, animated not only by the eternal specter of nuclear armageddon but by whichever new anxiety is clawing its way into the world’s psyche.
“Godzilla” is my personal shorthand for a feeling. It’s the fear you feel when you show someone a flawed movie that you nevertheless love, the pressure when you’re watching your best friend’s favorite movie with them for the first time, the rush you get when you find other people who share your fandoms, the conviction that your taste in media reveals an essential part of yourself.

