Well at least her dress is torn... although I'm not sure if its because of the jungle adventure or... I mean, he kinda looks like he's leering at her...
For the first time in my life this winter of 2009, I watched Peter Jackson's King Kong.
In Margarita, Venezuela.
On a crappy Zenith TV.
With spanish subtitles no less.
But all of this, except for the very first statement, is not what makes this movie a total waste of electricity, not to mention three hours. More on this below...
Some people... well... no, I shouldn't say it like that... Those who know me generally accept that I will sneer and look down upon those many things that too many of us get hyper over. Be it a movie, a game, a book, a TV show... whatever it may be, the more you create an anticipation around it, the less inclined I shall be interested... unless I've hyped myself up on my own, which is rare but not impossible.
And here's why;
Epic stories, destroyed. Grand ideas, trampled. Intricate plots, wasted. Enormous capital, spent all on Happy Meals advertisements and not on actual quality. And that's only the biz machine.
But let's not put aside friends, relatives and co-workers working up a buzz about upcoming projects as well.
Now, let me make a clarification though. Anticipation is all good. After all, how many amazing previews have we seen that were linked to as amazingly good pieces - Transformers anyone? But how many more were linked to horrendous pieces of cinematography that only belong in the Hall of Fame of Odities? And I'm being nice.
So, boiling down all this, it comes to it: Anticipating something, yes. Placing it on a pedestal before actually seeing the finished product, touching it, experimenting it, tasting it, whatever! No!
Which is why it took me so long to watch King Kong. Which is why I snubbed Superman Returns and many others. The more effect put on a product not actually in existence yet, the less I'll be inclined, personal preferences aside.
One must draw the parallel with vacuum sellers. Or, more in my line of work if you'd prefer, credit card sellers. We are bombarded with them every single day of our lives and yet, we feel so jaded. Doesn't constant publicity bore you? Annoy you?
But why is it seeing Jack Sparrow's face on a Coke drink at McD's incite you to higher levels of glee? Wasn't seeing his face on your Happy Meal enough? Or in the metro, in the bus, on TV, on the radio, in your magazines, on your little rubber rainboots or even... on a cake at the grocery store at some point getting a little TOO MUCH?
Mmm... mayhaps its Johnny Depp...
That brings me to personal preference. One phrase I like to quote when in an argument about the "good" or "bad" value of something is this: "You may like, I don't. Vice-versa." After all, we can't all get along and love the same things. My best friend loves slashers and I personally can't stand them. They're either in "Bad Taste" (pun intended) or hilarious. I adore quiet, deeply psychological genres. She falls asleep on them. But we still get along. ^_^
All this being said does not make my reasoning ironclad against lemons and not all things I snub in this way turn out to be crap. Once I got down to it, I very much enjoyed Superman Returns. I felt it was a refreshing but yet true-to-form return of the most popular alien of all time (after ET of course!). It was a nicely done picture as well. A bit too "styled" but it was consistent. And not in-your-face obnoxious either.
Which, finally, finally gets me to King Kong.
Whoe me, I'm so glad I didn't bother to watch it at the theater, buy it, rent it or even borrow it.
No amount of coaxing could force me through that again. Ever.
Three friggin' hours.
Of gratuitous, pointless, very-much-too "styled" action sequences which served no purpose other than to promote CG - which BTW, were not that good either. Sure the Kong is amazingly detailed. But he "looks" digital, which I didn't feel served the general ensemble well.
Three - huh - hours...
Of a girl in a white dress being thrown, tossed, fall down, scrape, bruise and hit foliage, mud, large animals, water, shrubs worse than a GI in the Vietnam jungle but that ultimately gets out of all that still wearing a STILL white, immaculate and WHOLE dress!! I don't think even dwarves could have made a mythril suit that amazingly invincible. Wow, I mean, hats off to the design team. I worship your seamstresses! Seriously! How many friggin' copies must that movie have needed? Oh and need I mention the hair? Nah...
Three... lord... hours!!
Plot got lost in too many holes. Our paved roads here in Quebec just pale in comparison.
Three... zzZzz... huh?
The famous scream was worth the 15 minutes it took for it to happen though. ^_^
So there you have it. My rule of thumb is generally to wait until I feel I really must watch/read/play this thing at least once, at least to give the poor thing a chance and not form a judgement before actually experimenting with the dang thing. That waiting period being flexible depending on my own preference. So unless I've worked myself into a drooling frenzy of wait - Wolverine - I won't bother. I'll just bid my time and let the ashes settle first.
Cheers,
Aaridys
Humeur: Capricieuse
Musique: "White Flag" Dido
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