The screenwriter William Goldman had a point when he said that if you're going to make a film more than two hours long, you'd better damn well be David Lean. For all its visual flair, undoubted ambition and relentless energy, this three-hour blockbuster drags badly, particularly in the frenzied middle section, set on Skull Island. It doesn't help that the surprisingly dodgy CGI keeps drawing attention to itself. Call it nostalgia if you like, but I preferred Kong when he was a stop-motion miniature in black-and-white.
By the end and I'm labelling this a spoiler, just in case there's anyone out there who doesn't know how King Kong ends I was running severely short of the goodwill that had sustained me through the first hour. Jackson makes such a meal of the finale that all I could think of was: "Hurry up and die, ya big ape." The 1933 film had heart; this version just has bombast, a huge budget and ideas above its station.
By the end and I'm labelling this a spoiler, just in case there's anyone out there who doesn't know how King Kong ends I was running severely short of the goodwill that had sustained me through the first hour. Jackson makes such a meal of the finale that all I could think of was: "Hurry up and die, ya big ape." The 1933 film had heart; this version just has bombast, a huge budget and ideas above its station.
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