I am still blubbering as I write this. Just got back from seeing King Kong. Yes, I knew that story before I went to the movie. Yes, I'm a big girl. But, if a person can walk out of that movie without having gotten at least a little misty eyed, then that person doesn't have a heart or soul. Maybe it is a woman kind of thing, I don't know.
Early on I thought King Kong would be disappointing as there is a lot of cheese left in this movie. But, then they find Skull Island and the feel of the film starts changing. First is the harrowing scenes of the boat dashed against the rocks and taking on water. Then came the eye candy of the ruins. Next, the people in the ruins scaring the beejeezus out of me. The rescue. The kidnapping. The sacrifice. Kong. The girl. The hero. You know what is coming and you know you need to emotionally divest yourself just a little bit, because what is happening to Kong is brutal. But you stay with Kong through his escape and rampage. Then that little woman steps out of the fog and Kong ... and you stay til the end because there really isn't much else you can do but cry like a big old baby because ... its beautiful.
I don't know what kind of awards this movie will take, but it is sure to take a few for thrills, chills, scenery, special effects, Kong, and for making me cry over a CGI ape.