Holy shit.  Ya know when lame-o movie reviews call a movie a, "Roller Coaster Ride"...

Well that is just PR bull crap.

But JJ Abrams' new "Amercian Godzilla fucks up NYC" movie is a the cinematic version of a roller coaster ride.

90 minutes of shaky, can't tell what is going on, stomach churning, screwing with brain calculation wickedness.

No, it isn't "scary", but it is intense and the fact the whole thing is shot like your cousin's crappy home videos lends me to give this piece of advice:

If you suffer from even a slight case of motion sickness in any vehicle, "Blair Witch" made you queasy, or you can't go on the carnival spinner, do NOT go see this flick.

I do not suffer from anything like that, and by the end I thought my tummy was going to burst from my navel.  My wife who doesn't really have a motion issue, either, looked like a white sheet after the movie...

So, go see it.  But don't eat chili before hand.