Watching a giant insect swallow a man’s head was unpleasant, but in general I enjoyed the movie. The story is in King Kong’s eyes.

Of course there was the subtle remark that the more a man loves a woman, the more he ignores her. When Kong ignored the maiden, she intensified her effort to be noticed. All this time, I thought you were supposed to gently pamper women. I’m such a goof!

Perhaps I was the only one in the theatre who cried when Kong fell to his death. I wish to be a skilled writer who kisses the girl before the end, but regrettably there’s a chance I’m a big ape who gets shot down as the handsome rogue rides the elevator to the top.


Like Kong, I’m leaving my island home for civilization. Perhaps if I’m a persistent and clever writer, I too will rescue my love before it’s too late. You decide. What’s my future… winning writer or bid dead monkey?