This is the point where the Godzilla franchise shifted, not so subtly, from sci-fi horror to sci-fi camp. It's got all the trappings of a generic early '60s monster stinker: atrocious production values, two badly undercooked competing story lines, awful voice-over work for both American and Japanese actors, and a total lack of moral compass. Glaringly reworked for western audiences, the plot doesn't make an awful lot of sense. Dry, boring news segments savor more screen time than anyone, while an over-ambitious plot attempts to retell both monsters' origins on the cheap and fails spectacularly. The effects work is a laughingstock; an abundance of blatant toy miniatures barely manage to keep themselves upright, and the scale of both creatures varies wildly from one scene to the next. Kong's costume (with its sporadically stretching forearms) is the creme de la creme, a creation so shoddy it would have been laughed off the set of an Ed Wood movie. Terribly hokey, humorous in the most eye-rolling ways possible and completely lacking in reverence for either classic monster, it's a total catastrophe.