King Kong
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—4. Cast and Crew
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—6. Trailers, Clips, DVDs, Books, Soundtrack
—7. Posters
—8. Production Notes
—9. Spiritual Connections
—10. Presentation Downloads
It's late at night and I just got back from seeing King Kong in the theater and I am totally blitzed...still rather dizzy from the final scenes, a little queasy from too much popcorn, and emotionally drained from an amazing movie experience. So I will try to gather my thoughts, but this may seem a bit disconnected and stream-of-consciousness. Here we go...
Some things I noticed...the relationship that Anne had with Kong stemmed from the fact that her father had left her, which nobody else has mentioned. To me that was the main crux of the film, more than Stockholm syndrome it was more a case of her missing her father and performing partner...filling a void in her life. Perhaps this could have been emphasized more, but then maybe it would have made it too obvious. I thought there was an interesting juxtaposition between the characters mourning the loss of their companions and Denham mourning the loss of his film. What do we value more, people or things? There was so much emotion and beauty in this film...so sad. The ice dancing was incredible...reminded me of Edward Scissorhands. You really felt that Kong was the tragic hero of the picture....he was the one to root for. Yet even when Kong was destroying New York I had flashbacks to 9/11, and then you have images of planes...hmmm, what does it all mean? I've been thinking how after 9/11 we suddenly have all of these movies being remade like War of the Worlds and King Kong which are representations of the fear that gripped people in the dawn of World War II....the whole idea of invasion and fear. There was a TV special once which described the original story of Kong as a metaphor for the white man's fear of the black man which was brought over like a slave from the jungles. In the 1930s, this racist attitude was sadly very common. Today some people have similar fears about other dark races coming over to invade us. There's lots of stuff going on in this film, but as I said, perhaps I'm not in the best mental state right now to make it sound intelligent. I'm actually rather sad...it's been awhile since a movie had this much effect on me. All I can think of right now is I miss the people who are no longer around in my life. The world is dark and scary, full of greed and guns and savages. I wish I could dance on the ice with my grandfather, or my grandmother. I miss them so much. But that's the beauty, praise Jesus, someday I'll be able to do that. This is what films are supposed to do, what art is supposed to do...make us long for Heaven. Strange that a giant ape could make my face wet right now and make me long for home. But it can.
—1. Overview
—2. Overview Basic (dial up speed)
—3. Reviews and Blogs
—4. Cast and Crew
—5. Photo Pages
—6. Trailers, Clips, DVDs, Books, Soundtrack
—7. Posters
—8. Production Notes
—9. Spiritual Connections
—10. Presentation Downloads
It's late at night and I just got back from seeing King Kong in the theater and I am totally blitzed...still rather dizzy from the final scenes, a little queasy from too much popcorn, and emotionally drained from an amazing movie experience. So I will try to gather my thoughts, but this may seem a bit disconnected and stream-of-consciousness. Here we go...Some things I noticed...the relationship that Anne had with Kong stemmed from the fact that her father had left her, which nobody else has mentioned. To me that was the main crux of the film, more than Stockholm syndrome it was more a case of her missing her father and performing partner...filling a void in her life. Perhaps this could have been emphasized more, but then maybe it would have made it too obvious. I thought there was an interesting juxtaposition between the characters mourning the loss of their companions and Denham mourning the loss of his film. What do we value more, people or things? There was so much emotion and beauty in this film...so sad. The ice dancing was incredible...reminded me of Edward Scissorhands. You really felt that Kong was the tragic hero of the picture....he was the one to root for. Yet even when Kong was destroying New York I had flashbacks to 9/11, and then you have images of planes...hmmm, what does it all mean? I've been thinking how after 9/11 we suddenly have all of these movies being remade like War of the Worlds and King Kong which are representations of the fear that gripped people in the dawn of World War II....the whole idea of invasion and fear. There was a TV special once which described the original story of Kong as a metaphor for the white man's fear of the black man which was brought over like a slave from the jungles. In the 1930s, this racist attitude was sadly very common. Today some people have similar fears about other dark races coming over to invade us. There's lots of stuff going on in this film, but as I said, perhaps I'm not in the best mental state right now to make it sound intelligent. I'm actually rather sad...it's been awhile since a movie had this much effect on me. All I can think of right now is I miss the people who are no longer around in my life. The world is dark and scary, full of greed and guns and savages. I wish I could dance on the ice with my grandfather, or my grandmother. I miss them so much. But that's the beauty, praise Jesus, someday I'll be able to do that. This is what films are supposed to do, what art is supposed to do...make us long for Heaven. Strange that a giant ape could make my face wet right now and make me long for home. But it can.
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