I missed an opportunity to see it in the theater. Arguably, I was "robbed" of the chance because "upcoming" listings stated it would reach local movie house, but then it never did. But, Netflix saved the day. A friend (we met as co-workers 32 years ago) informed me of the streaming listing. I jokingly said if he saw it, don't slip any spoilers as I didn't have the service and was waiting for a physical media release (likely near the end of the year). That got the gears in his head turning and insisted I visit for supper and a viewing. So that's what happened. Last Saturday evening I arrived at his place where he grilled "thicc" burgers. He, his wife and I dined and after clearing the table and vainly trying to assist with cleanup (they circumvented my help), we retired to their entertainment room to watch the movie on what I believed to be a 72+ inch screen.
I suggested (but not demanded) we watch it in the original Japanese (since it presented that option) with subtitles, my logic being a dubbed version might inflect certain lines differently from the native language. He accepted the recommendation. (I did not "push" it so far as to request the greyscale cut, though I would have personally preferred that.)
He was gobsmacked! While he grew up watching kaiju flicks on TV (we're both 61), his exposure was the more lighthearted entries of the color Showa era. I discovered he had never seen the original "Gojira", not even the '56 "King of the Monsters" edit with the Raymond Burr inserts. He did not realize a Godzilla film could be poignant or so serious. We plan to rectify that (hopefully soon) as I have a DVD copy of both films, the '54 original and the '56 edit.