“It wasn’t the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast.”
I just finished watching Peter Jackson’s King Kong, and as much as the story as a whole has never appealed to me, suddenly I understand why people like it—and know for certain why I don’t.
They may like it for the action, and the violence, and to see the girl in the skimpy dress scream in terror, or because they like dinosaurs and big things and consider the movie a classic, or maybe just because they like actors and/or directors, maybe even because they think Kong and Ann's friendship makes for a great story, and they like the plot. But to me, aside from their friendship, those are just the superficialities. The unimportant things. And they are covering up, like dressing over a wound, the darkness at the heart of the story. Read More »


