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Husband and I saw King Kong yesterday. It was very very good, very scary, very fun, and I think I ended up mangling my husband’s arm, I was clutching it so hard.
The audience though was the worst audience I’ve ever seen. They ate 5 course meals, they talked on their cell phones, they popped gum, and to top it off, some people with immense parenting skills brought a four year old. To a horror movie. That is three hours long. And whose starting time was eleven pm Grrrrr.
But the movie itself? Amazing. Definitely somewhere in my Top 10 of the year. I’ve had two problems with it that I will get to later (and one of them isn’t PJ’s problem, it’s the story’s problem) but overall this reminded me what it felt like to be in a movie when you are small, and your imagination is extra-vivid and limitless and everything seems more real. This isn’t 1933 King Kong, which I find innovative and important, but unsubtle and rather dull. This is that King Kong the way Peter Jackson remembered it, the way a kid would remember it, as something magnificent and spectacular and emotionally moving.
KK exhibits yet again what I love so much about PJ’s movies. His adventures aren’t glamorous. They are scary, breathless, and real. Just as the scene in the Moria mines will make your heart pound but will also make you feel the danger as opposed to lean back and go “aaaahhh,” so does all the horror that the characters in KK go through feels real. It makes you think.
( Lengthy write-up with spoilers )
In non-KK news, more on Smallville.
( Smallville, slash, and comparisons to other shows )
The audience though was the worst audience I’ve ever seen. They ate 5 course meals, they talked on their cell phones, they popped gum, and to top it off, some people with immense parenting skills brought a four year old. To a horror movie. That is three hours long. And whose starting time was eleven pm Grrrrr.
But the movie itself? Amazing. Definitely somewhere in my Top 10 of the year. I’ve had two problems with it that I will get to later (and one of them isn’t PJ’s problem, it’s the story’s problem) but overall this reminded me what it felt like to be in a movie when you are small, and your imagination is extra-vivid and limitless and everything seems more real. This isn’t 1933 King Kong, which I find innovative and important, but unsubtle and rather dull. This is that King Kong the way Peter Jackson remembered it, the way a kid would remember it, as something magnificent and spectacular and emotionally moving.
KK exhibits yet again what I love so much about PJ’s movies. His adventures aren’t glamorous. They are scary, breathless, and real. Just as the scene in the Moria mines will make your heart pound but will also make you feel the danger as opposed to lean back and go “aaaahhh,” so does all the horror that the characters in KK go through feels real. It makes you think.
( Lengthy write-up with spoilers )
In non-KK news, more on Smallville.
( Smallville, slash, and comparisons to other shows )
