I don't understand how you're supposed to enjoy watching cheerleaders bounce around chanting in high-pitched nails-on-a-chalkboard voices. Oh, wait, yes I do, I'm just not a guy. High school was so sexist.
I like this plan. King Kong and Godzilla battle it out while swamp monster mixes us some cocktails. What will you be drinking as the building puts us on the bus to Hell?