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Monkey See, Monkey Do

Wednesday night, we went to see KING KONG. It was playing at four of the twelve screens one block from our house; we hardly had an excuse not to see it. Besides, it's one of Mark's favorite movies from his childhood. (I only saw the original for the first time about six months ago.)

I'll try not to be spoilery here...

I loved it. I loved the way that Naomi Watts' Ann Darrow had spunk (yes, *spunk!*) and personality. I loved the way that Kong's eyes delivered every one of his lines of dialog. I loved the Maxfield Parrish skies. I loved the way that I needed to remind myself to sit back in my seat, multiple times. And I loved the fact that I cried at the end. (Not as much as I cried at Sam Gamgee's faithful devotion, but tears all the same.)

Was it perfect? Of course not. I could have easily edited 20 minutes out of it; 30 if I pushed. Adrien Brody did not seem right for the romantic hero. Jack Black was a bit one dimensional.

But I loved it. Perfect escapist fare, with a side dish of emotion.

Mindy, who still has many movies on the To-Be-Seen list
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I agree totally with your assessment (including that it ran a bit long) except I kind of thought Jack Black was almost *too subtle*. I haven't quite figured out what his deal is. There are hints he's not just a straightforward foolish greedy weasel...does he feel bad about causing this big disaster & what happens to Kong? Or is he just a jerk through & through? I never figured it out!

(sorry for the post necromancy, I was a member of your NG & just now found the LJ)
Great to see you here! (And I love the phrase "post necromancy" :-) )