Back in 1998 Roland Emmerich riding high off the success of Independence Day would take a run at an American version of Ishiro Honda’s post nuclear eco-classic monster flick “Godzilla”. Culturally the movie was by and large a disappointment, the public felt it was forgettable and it showed itself in the drop off in the box office in only its second week, but it nonetheless was commercially successful and ended up making nearly three times it's budget back, and yet despite this the shutter doors were closed on any sequels for Godzilla. The market and the people recognized it wasn't a worthy pursuit. Funny enough, a revisit to Emmerich's Godzilla flusters one with a rush of nostalgia not simply for a time by-gone, but for a craft, for an attention to detail in storytelling that then was a bare minimum, and now barely exists. This is the struggle of not only watching the latest entry of what was a classic franchise but of watching movies in general today. The lack of care, the lack of intention, the the lazy acceptance of mediocrity, that has infected not only the upper echelons of Hollywood, but to some extent the audience which includes a certain amount of critics. When IP’s, sequels, and remakes initially started to noticeably dominate theater screens I kicked and screamed, but eventually their near ubiquitous proliferation led to a sort of mild acceptance and then eventually to a sort of celebration of the best of the worst, but at some point I've come full circle back to where I started. I no longer find myself in the mood to celebrate mediocrity disguised as invention or fun. If I watch either of the most recent Japanese Godzilla films (Shin Godzilla, Godzilla Minus One) and I see big, boisterous, emotional, fun as hell thrill rides, and then I watch “Godzilla vs King Kong” and it's just the same rock'em sock'em effects I got in those two and nothing else, why should I applaud the latter? When I played little league football I had one of those loud cranky old school Bear Bryant characters as a coach. Coach “Pete” was prone to vitriolic evil -John Wooden-like maxims like “Your saliva is 99% water drink that”, but from time to time his over simplifications and flat out lies hit. One such quote was “If you can touch it, you can catch it”. The words hang banner like over my feelings toward this current iteration of movie making. I would only slightly change the context to if you can touch greatness, than you can catch it. If you can get the monsters right and the joy of what we see in them, then you can get the characterization of the people affected by their actions right, you can get the rest of the storytelling right. a I'm not going to applaud you for cheating those aspects as if its either/or. Whether it was an Ed Wood picture or Berry Gordy's “The Last Dragon”, “Roadhouse” or any number of Golan-Globus productions, those films didn't end up becoming the cult classics they became because the directors were knowingly winking at the audience, or because they were aiming low. All of those people were sincerely trying to make the best picture possible and more important due to the insularly nature of the productions they were empowered by people who mostly wanted the same, and that heart and that desire along with other more indefinite factors regardless of skill, regardless of budget, ended up showing themselves in the final product. For those who have boots on the ground of an actual production it is not for me to say whether or not they actually are putting their heart and soul into these productions, that doesn't become clear till years later when somebody's brave enough to talk about what went on, but it is more than evident that the powers that be, that provide distribution, that green light, that hold final say over what talent they can afford to get, or want to go after, are definitely not invested in producing good art, and at this point they’re not even invested and producing great entertainment. They are not concerned with the legacy of films like “Beverly Hills Cop” beyond the extent to which that legacy makes the movie profitable. Whether its the fun but rather flat in comparison to their antecedent Bad Boys sequels, the crushing emptiness of the “Jurassic Worlds” or the sad afterlife of “Ghostbusters”, the continuing onslaught of reanimated skinless, corporatized nostalgia as content and time passable entertainment and it's disruptive effect on those of us who still wish to see those dearly departed bits of our past is frustrating to say the least, even when the final product is “pretty good” or “not too bad”. “Axel F” is just the latest example of Hollywood taking the safest road possible, the most risk adverse path to the creation of art and entertainment. For all intensive purposes the entry seems to be a success and the part of me that loved that series and what made its original entries such an important part of my '80s cinematic experience is happy for that, but the fact that that success only further incentivizes the disruptive nature of the philosophy of content over that of art and entertainment deeply saddens me.