The heat of the weekend found me cowering beside the air conditioner with a bowl of Peppermint Ice Cream, and a handful of movies picked out by someone else, of which, Peter Jackson’s King
I hate being right.
Not to say that King Kong wasn’t exciting. No no, there was adventure-a-plenty. But have you ever gotten bored during a Monster Fight Scene? Well watch King Kong, and then you will.
Here’s a tip (and after watching LOTR, I never thought I would have to give movie-making tips to Peter Jackson) – just because you have access to a top notch CG department does Not mean that every CG scene rendered needs to be in the movie. Nor does every scene in the movie need CG.
It seems Peter Jackson’s philosophy is: ‘Screw the pacing! The fight scene / chase scene / bug scene / Naomi Watts closeup scene takes as long as it takes!’ That’s a great philosophy for your first sexual encounter, but not for movies. Well, not for Good movies anyways.
I lost count of how many people died trying to save Naomi Watts, but I gotta say, she ain’t worth it. I also lost count of how many times she fell down in the movie, but even that was far outnumbered by the number of times she stared blankly at the camera, trying to convey some kind of emotion through telekinesis and not through traditional facial expressions. Now to be fair, sometimes she looked to the *right* of the camera, and sometimes she looked to the *left* of the camera, which was a nice attempt to break up the monotony. It didn’t work.
All in all, King Kong is too big for its britches. Cut the budget in half, cut the script in half, cut the running time in half, cut Naomi Watts in half and replace her with an actress with the ability to convey emotion, and trade King Kong for Godzilla – then you will have a far better movie.
Oh yes, and the last line of the movie? I won’t spoil it for you, and I’m guessing it must be from the book or something, but it’s so mind-numbingly stupid that removing it could have raised my review score one whole point.