"And the Beast looked into the face of Beauty and lo! his hand was stayed from killing and from that day forward he was as one dead." -an old Arabian proverb

Everyone knows(everyone who had watched the King Kong movies, that is) that King Kong is like Mme Leprince de Beaumont's "Beauty and the Beast", except that Kong didn't turn into a handsome prince. When I first saw the movie's trailer, my initial thought was "What the hell are dinosours doing in there?!" But I wasn't really looking forward to watching it but I insisted we go see it last Saturday after our school's v.v fun(not) Christmas party since I'm still not in the mood to review. Yes, our exams came after the Christmas party. Anyway, I knew the movie is three hours long, what I didn't expect was it was three long hours of nail-biting, almost-falling-off-my-seat experience. The movie contains scary-looking native people with red eyes and charcoal-black skin, flesh-eating T-rexes, harmless but totally huge brontosaurus rexes, other icky creatures that are non-existent in the real world and a cute Ryan Cabrera look-alike (Jamie Bell).
The movie is recommended only for kids aged 13 and up. But while I was in the cinema last Saturday and yesterday,(yup, I watched the movie twice) I could hear children crying and clamoring. I guess the parents failed to see before they watched the movie that Kong is a large, roaring gorilla whose nostrils are heart-shaped. I guess they thought that their kids wouldn't be scared of him since his face is plastered on Burger King billboards offering people to purchase King Kong tumblers or something.
Well, anyway, it's a must-see movie. I aime it. I aime Jamie Bell, too. Mwah, Jamie. You're definitely gorgeous, even if you dance ballet. And I used to think that male ballet dancers are undeniably gay. But you're not gay! Not someone as gorgy as you. No, no, no.