I am one of the last movie fans to see Peter Jackson's version of King Kong.
But the DVD is out now, and with my daughter's encouragement, I finally settled in for the emotional roller coaster.
Why had I avoided the movie? —Because I knew I would cry at the end. —Because it was easy to deride and snort at the "black behemoth threatens blond beauty" meme. —Because I always scream my head off during monster movies, and hide under a blanket.
But as Aretha predicted, I was moved by Kong. He is indeed the best boyfriend a girl ever had. I did cry a lot, and it was worth it.
As I often do when I mull over a movie, I went to Roger Ebert's move review site, to see what he had said about the film:
[King Kong] has a message, and it isn't that beauty killed the beast. It's that we feel threatened by beauty, especially when it overwhelms us, and we pay a terrible price when we try to deny its essential nature and turn it into a product, or a target.
I could repeat that message for nearly every post I've blogged in the past year. A insight to remember!
This is Jessica Lange, of course, from an earlier Kong version, but I just had to publish it!