King Kong is a Big Movie for a Big Ape. Has this movie been compared yet to one of those painstakingly constructed reproductions of cathedrals built by obsessives from matchsticks and macaroni? It’s like that, except that Peter Jackson has built his devotional reconstruction out of the finest pixels and the glow of their reflection in Naomi Watts’ dewy eyes. And he’s lavished visual riches and attention on every fragment of the original film’s story, from the 1930s scene-setting to the giant bugs.
Now, despite the cramped seating (the Seven Stars Mall at Herzelia; Cinema City sucks at internet orders), the film swept me up like a dream. But three hours was too much for the rabble of kids and venomous plebes (Ars’im). So at the most heartbreaking moment of the story, some ass yells, Die already!
at the screen.
Now, maybe my phobia of crowds wore my fragile anger management faculities, or perhaps I got too excited by watching Kong wrestle tyranosaurs, but at that moment, I would gladly have cleared out the cinema with a tommy gun, moved to a more comfortable seat on row 9, and ordered the projectionist to start the film from the top, so I could see it without interruptions.
Hmm. Except for the audience, I think my only complaint with the film is Adrien Brody. He’s a nice guy and all, but, two-fisted playwright and love interest? uh, no.
Oh, and in Jackson’s version, the reason Kong falls for Ann Darrow is the same reason Jessica Rabbit falls for Roger: She makes him laugh.
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I, too, have often felt the desire to lean back, calmly slit the throat of the person sitting right behind me in the movie theatre, and go back to my movie-viewing experience. As bad as arsim can be, however, it’s always been my experience that it’s supposed adults who make the worst co-moviegoers. Whether it’s the middle aged ladies who genuinely believe that, for the price of a ticket, they’ve purchased the entire theatre and should be free to make conversation as loudly as they like, or the hapless father who took his pre-literate son to The Fellowship of the Ring and couldn’t quite understand why I objected to him narrating the film for the poor kid, being a truly horrible audience member takes years of practice and a special kind of self-centerdness that only shows up in adulthood.
Haven’t seen Kong yet, but I’m chuckling at the wildly divergent opinions I’ve been seeing just on my blogroll.