Much as I love Robert Downey's sense of humor, and Scarlett Johansens' ability to look sexy while beating the tar out of villains, and I also was finally able to understand how Thor's hammer actually could be a secret weapon, I have a problem with action movies that treat Grand Central Station and the Chrysler Building as targets for giant snakey lizards bent on destroying them. Because eventually they do. Hey. I live here. Don't do that. It makes me sad, and anxious.
Bring back the Ghostbusters. You see, I am not mature enough to handle the fantasy behind the big battle royal when it comes to my home town.