'Twas too much money killed the beast
Wow. What a disappointing movie Peter Jackson's King Kong is. It seems like a production with less cash at its disposal would have known what to cut. Instead, the movie is so bloated that the few wonderful sequences - a tyrannosaurus battle, for one - sink in the fat like The One Ring in Orodruin's lava.Both Kong and Naomi Watts are superb, but there are at least three main characters who don't need to be there at all. Adrien Brody is one of them. And the CGI is spotty throughout the movie, like bad neighborhoods coming up every few blocks.
One of our party, a viking-looking guy, sobbed. So did the baby of a very irresponsible couple in the Cineramadome this weekend.
"Would you keep that chicken quiet?" I hissed. But I was not the only person this movie failed to affect.
If I have only two dollars to feed my family and my choices are a nice garden salad or a box of Twinkies, I will pick the salad. Peter Jackson had over $200 million and he got the salad, the Twinkies, some Ding Dongs, some of those little pies, some Mr. Pibb, a little milk, some licorice, a sausage platter, a bag of cane sugar, a pony, Adrien Brody, a bottle of maple syrup, and your mother.
I understand that Howard Shore's score was ditched just before the movie was delivered, to be replaced by a last-minute (and it showed) effort by James Newton Howard. But there was Shore conducting the orchestra in one of the scenes on Broadway. Thoughtless ideas like that populate this movie.
But the preview for Mission: Impossible 3 looked good. Those Scientologists know how to spend their money.
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by Marty Barrett at Sunday, December 18, 2005
1 Comments:
I can't bring myself to watch this. I'm still attached to the Dino de Horrendous version with Jessica Lange ("Put me down, you male chauvinist pig ape!"
Hey Garbanzo - how you bean?
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