King Kong

Kooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I cried...all the way through the Empire State building scenes...

Thing is, despite all the unrealism the film was produced to evoke through various devises (unrealistic acting (broadway-esque), unrealistic storyline, unrelaistic characters (MASSIVE stereotyping etc) and unrealistic creatures) it does of course speak of massive realism. In fact, the unrealism acts to emphasise the realism. The realism of the way the West at the time treated 'foreigners' and 'natives,' constructing as the 'other' anyone that was vaguely different and the whole disguting history of colonialism and orientalism.

And today, we still do it. We make spectacles out of things that should never be made spectacles of and we exploit. We're much more subtle, much more politically correct but we do it. And often only for a pair of trainers.

As I walked out of the cinema (kinda angry at my culture and heritage!!) I saw a little girl bawling her eyes out. Literally bawling, and being comforted by her Dad. What a crazy film.