all those tears at the end
there are very few examples in cinema where you find a tragic unrequited love story wrapped like bacon around the hyperbolic weirdness of a giant lizard doing to us what we do to ourselves, only more so, and with a greater sense of style and panache. I'm a true romantic because no matter how often i see it, I always end up rooting for the big green thing at the end.
So chock full of metaphors and symbolism and campy cheap goodness, can entertain from baby age to grave age.
Well worth the cost of popcorn and the sake that comes later.