I'd been waiting and waiting to see King Kong thinking that Peter Jackson would undoubtedly pull it off again. I loved his Lord of the Rings films and prior to that, I knew him only from Heavenly Creatures, a curious and engrossing film.
Now, I've sat through 9 hour flights, 5 hour operas and 42 years of living inside my head so a 3 hour + running time in a film doesn't really scare me much. Going in, I already liked Naomi Watts, Jack Black and big dinosaur special effects. Can you smell the stink brewing?
I bought the dvd on 'opening day' because I'm a consumer whore, a packaging whore and can be indoctrinated into the cult of your choice at a moment's notice.
After I made it home from my usual 7.25 hours of work avoidance, I took a walk, had a bite to eat, a shower and kept some previously made TV committments. At an unsuitably late hour, I began my journey to Skull Island. Within minutes, my own skull began to loll about. I surrendered at the 40 minute mark.
Evening #2 - fewer committments and more of an interest in enjoying the whole Konga found me raring to go. Hey, is that Billy Elliott? He gave up dancing to be in this movie?
Yay! Dinosaurs! The whole sequence was ridiculous and much longer than it should have been. I guess they had the animals for the day and just worked them.
On my third night (you always remember your third), I picked up where Kong has his big opening in NYC. One night only. Then he dies (but not before I do a little).
This whole flick was just as bloated as Peter Jackson used to be.
I will never look at Naomi Watts again without thinking you juggled for that big ape.
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