We all know the story. Girl meets ape. Ape gets captured and taken to New York. Ape goes nuts and escapes. Ape gets killed at the top of the Empire State Building. End of Story. Sounds simple, but there is more to it than that.
The special effects are of course stunning, and the story is well written, but then you wouldn’t expect anything less than excellent from a film directed and co-written by Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson. He even managed to get Jack Black in his role as the megalomaniacal movie director Carl Denham to tone down his performance enough to give his key scenes a much needed dramatic edge.
Naomi Watts shines as Anne Darrow the perpetually screaming blond bombshell and object of everyone’s affection. But the true star of the movie is King Kong. He is utterly convincing as a larger than life Silverback Gorilla and not once did I have the notion that this was anything other than a real living creature captured on film.
Forget the romance between Anne and Jack (Adrien Brody) the love scenes are all played out between beauty and the beast. Kong laughs, he cries (well almost), he smashes things up in anger, her rips the tongue from a T-Rex and smashes its skull with one swipe and then stops to appreciate a beautiful sunrise. What more could any girl want from an admirer?