Since I haven't been able to reach you via the cell I figured a short confabulation on the blog might be just the thing...Merry Christmas by the way*smile*
Anyway to continue with this inadvertent monology. I feel the need to express my utter shock...no, no that word does naught to convey the true feeling of abhorrence at your approval of the aforementioned movie. I use the allusive phrase aforementioned because I will not be party to such blatant bamboozlement as referring to this Kong as king.
Who made him King? Surely no person in their right mind would place themselves under the reign of an oversized ape? I must therefore conclude that this is an illegitimate title conferred upon this poor unsuspecting freak of nature by some overzealous playwright after one to many cups-of-joe. The sole intent being the boosting of sales at the ticket office…but I digress.
Let’s pause for a moment and look past this illegitimate appeal to authority and ask ourselves, “is there any other basis for conferring upon this gorilla the title of king.” Perhaps it could be in reference to his size, but no, that couldn’t possibly be it seeing how everything in that sadistic place had grown to an unnatural breadth (btw, did you notice the disproportion in the size of the insects) Perhaps king is a reference to the quality of the movie as a whole. But the acting was par at best (sometimes below), I will stop here and say that the special effects were fantastic, however I didn’t come to the movie to see three and a half hours of special effects coupled with “B-“ acting.
The only thing worth looking forward to in the first 3 hours of the movie (which all took place before they even made it to the city) is the end of the same “scary” chase scene repeated over and over, where some new aberration of gigantic form seeks to relieve us from this new form of purgatory by killing everyone and ending the movie early, but just as your hopes rise Kong crashes them, saving the despondents.
Perhaps the only fault with the movie is that I had expectations going in…Now don’t get me wrong, I love Peter Jackson, but what can one do with a script covered in late night joe by some copy-cat playwright.
If you want to find out what I “really” think of this movie call me sometime*smile*
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Since I haven't been able to reach you via the cell I figured a short confabulation on the blog might be just the thing...Merry Christmas by the way*smile*
Anyway to continue with this inadvertent monology. I feel the need to express my utter shock...no, no that word does naught to convey the true feeling of abhorrence at your approval of the aforementioned movie. I use the allusive phrase aforementioned because I will not be party to such blatant bamboozlement as referring to this Kong as king.
Who made him King? Surely no person in their right mind would place themselves under the reign of an oversized ape? I must therefore conclude that this is an illegitimate title conferred upon this poor unsuspecting freak of nature by some overzealous playwright after one to many cups-of-joe. The sole intent being the boosting of sales at the ticket office…but I digress.
Let’s pause for a moment and look past this illegitimate appeal to authority and ask ourselves, “is there any other basis for conferring upon this gorilla the title of king.” Perhaps it could be in reference to his size, but no, that couldn’t possibly be it seeing how everything in that sadistic place had grown to an unnatural breadth (btw, did you notice the disproportion in the size of the insects) Perhaps king is a reference to the quality of the movie as a whole. But the acting was par at best (sometimes below), I will stop here and say that the special effects were fantastic, however I didn’t come to the movie to see three and a half hours of special effects coupled with “B-“ acting.
The only thing worth looking forward to in the first 3 hours of the movie (which all took place before they even made it to the city) is the end of the same “scary” chase scene repeated over and over, where some new aberration of gigantic form seeks to relieve us from this new form of purgatory by killing everyone and ending the movie early, but just as your hopes rise Kong crashes them, saving the despondents.
Perhaps the only fault with the movie is that I had expectations going in…Now don’t get me wrong, I love Peter Jackson, but what can one do with a script covered in late night joe by some copy-cat playwright.
If you want to find out what I “really” think of this movie call me sometime*smile*
-Skunk
wow, jd, you sound like a preacher.
maybe you should go to seminary or something. or call me more than once a year!
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