Like Robocop, Jaws, The Wizard of Oz, and Starship Troopers, you can continue to add King Kong (1933) to the list of great movies whose magic cannot be repeated no matter how many sequels, prequels, reboots, remakes or re-imaginings are attempted. Using a screenplay credited to three writers and $185 million, director Jordan Vogt-Roberts hurls kitchen sink after kitchen sink at the screen, and still comes up waaaay short.
To be fair Kong: Skull Island is an improvement over its 6 sequel/remake predecessors, most especially Peter Jackson’s reprehensibly overblown and breathtakingly stupid 2005 remake – a movie so hideous, so pompous, so astonishingly full of itself, that about 40 minutes in I ripped the disc out of the player, broke it in half, and attempted to slit my own throat. I want to build a town called SuckOnItAndDie and make Peter Jackson mayor.
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