King Kong didn’t have enough Adrien Brody, dinosaur punching or kicking ass for the lord to excuse the length, let alone the blatant racism.
It started out with a Al “blackface” Jolson singing I’m On Top Of The World, then moved onto an island, populated only by the darkest natives that special effects money could possibly buy, where all the ethnic characters conveniently died in less then ten minutes. I was amazed. Also, could she possibly scream a little more? I don’t think there was quite enough. Please, take yourself more seriously, because audiences don’t like 100 million dollars movies about giant apes that aren’t burdened with poignant scenes of ice-skating with toy women.