This past Sunday night, Julie and I had Rob and Julie Hall over after Church to watch King Kong. I had already seen it in the theatre, but Julie hadn't and I wanted to see the fight scenes again so we rented it and invited the Hall's over.
I love that movie. I have to say it. I know the acting is terrible, and the relationship between the skipper and the black skpper named deck-hand "Jimmy" seemed a little too "broke-back sailboat"-ish at more than one place.
Nevertheless, I am a red-blooded American man, which means I love violence -- especially violence between Monkeys and Dinosaurs. I tend to get carried away (notice my face in the mirror).
We all got carried away.
Julie Hall especially.
Furthermore, the graphics are so realistic. That monkey looks real. Some things about the movie were rediculous of course. I thought that it was unusual that a King Kong eat a single bananna, try an hookup with another 35 ft. monkey, or throw feces at anyone (I have never been to the zoo when this doesn't happen). That seemed a bit unlikely to me, but on the whole, it makes sense why they would edit those takes out when watching Kong rip a T-Rex in two is so much more enriching.