Pacific Rim

To fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. That sentence is stuck in my head, ringing true every time I think about it. In this cruel world we live in, we suit up in our Jaegers daily, and march forth into the battlefield. We restart to war clock every 24 hours, we kill off gigantic aliens to survive, and at the end of each day we return to count our losses, repair our mechs, bend our wounds. And that 24 hours is up and the clock starts ticking again.

It is no wonder that we created monsters. The environment is harsh and hostile, and living will be impossible in such places. So we suck it up, we grew stronger. We started building ourselves up, training to be the creature that can survive. Darwin is right, only the fittest survives. So we build the toughest looking giant robot we can and stroll into war zone.

Funny thing about this movie is at the end of it all, when they were about to destroy the world the giant lizard/alien/godzilla and the portal in which they came from, it shows a world not too different than ours. So in this war, who is really right? Who has the authority to kill off the other species and be the last one standing? That's right. Whoever created the stronger monster.