Watching a film under the stars, from eight years ago with a little girl aged five or six on the first row, makes any Kong soften. The idea of the film is very good, and the thought that cinema brings reality to New York and by doing that brings also so much horror...It is a film very literal about cinema and the effects for the time must have been awesome. A forward travelling scene with a dolly stuck to my mind...
Great Cinema. Everything here is better than perfect, from all the thousands of small details, to the big things: Magnificent cinematography that makes me want to freeze-frame every few minutes or seconds, the direction, acting, script, and the story, so uniquely self referential, like facing two mirrors together. At the beginning Carl Denham tells us the plot of the film he is making, and it is the film we
The sexual politics and awkward theatrical style have, shall we say, dated. But viewing King Kong today from a totally impartial and adult perspective, I like it more than ever: it's a model of dramatic pacing, you can still feel the thrill of FX as an act of discovery, and on the edges is a provocative look at the ruthless showmanship that allowed movies to put their stamp over reality. "Seeing is believing" indeed.
The Mother of all Monster Movies bar none!!! Willis O' Brien ... Max Steiner ... Fay Wray ... these are three of my favorite things!!! I still remember seeing this movie as a 2-year-old on Channel 9's "Million-Dollar Movie" around the Holidays in the late '70's. Dinosaurs, monster-gorillas, and scantily-clad blondes became the chief "milk-and-cookie break" topics for like the next 7 years after!!!
Definitely deserving of its classic status. Special effects are well ahead of its time, there's everything you need from a jungle adventure, and some of the action sequences are riveting even today. Then again, the pacing is not the greatest and I'm generally not interested in monster flicks with gigantic animals. Entertaining but occasionally drawn out.
It must have been the greatest show on earth for sure, back in 1933 and for quite some years. Not only did it trigger Toho kaiju movies, and probably give Japanese a excuse to create amazing cinema with Inoshiro Honda, but the film is insane with brutality. King Kong here really is a beast, without being loved by Ann Darrow at all, which make it a thougher film about passion.
I love Peter Jackson's King Kong even more after seeing this 1933 original because it shows just how far cinema has come since. I was born into the new age of cinema, and I admit one of my afflictions as a film buff is warming up to the classics. But is it so wrong that this annoyed the living hell out of me? Scream after scream after scream... It damn near drove me insane.