December 17th, 2005

Whale fluke

Yeah, like Peter Jackson needs me defending him…

I’m torn – torn, I say! – over whether I’m likely to like the remake of King Kong. Like with the Narnia film, opinions – especially of people whose opinions and feelings on movies I trust – diverge so wildly it’s as if they’re watching totally different films. (This is not a plea for comments saying “Dude, see it!” or “Dude, it sucks!” Mainly I find it interesting to note.)

I’m definitely seeing King Kong in the theaters (Narnia I can wait on until it goes to a second-run theater…or maybe I’ll take Alicia to see it). The reviews do make me fully aware of the problems people are having with Kong: it’s hella long, melodramatic, self-indulgent, and more like the work of a nine-year-old reciting why that movie he saw was so really really really really really cool.

But to everyone who’s hated it, remember: Peter Jackson likely will never make a movie like this again. People who know him say that his experience seeing King Kong as a boy affected him so profoundly, it practically (as a Newsweek guy put it) rewrote his DNA; this is a movie, and a remake, he feels deep in his bones, deep enough that he paid for much of the budget overrun himself. Think. About. That. That’s a George Lucas move (remember, Lucas paid for the entire budgets of five of the six Star Wars movies – all but the first, and by far the least expensive, film). On a smaller scale, that’s what Mel Gibson did with The Passion of the Christ. Jackson’s used his own money to make this happen. You don’t do that with a safe film. You don’t do that with friggin’ Scooby Doo flicks. So yeah, I support Peter Jackson’s desire to do a screaming-mad movie that pays tribute to (in his opinion) the greatest, coolest, best-est movie ever…and that unleashes his inner nine-year-old, giving the boy-Peter $207 million to play with.

The adult version of him, the part of him that made the Lord of the Rings films and Heavenly Creatures, will be back. And I’ll be in line.

Unless I decide King Kong really sucks.
Whale fluke

I’m a movie geek. Or a naked-Linda Fiorentino geek. Your call.

Moment from Thursday night: I’m speaking with coffeeinhell and her husband Patrick. I tell her she’s my first LJ friend I’ve met in person. She jokingly suggests that stalking LJ friends would be fun. I say I try to be too loud to do that. Patrick says I should start tracking them down and (he mimes tapping someone on the shoulder) “counting coup.” I start reciting the theme song to the 1985 film Gotcha!: “Gotcha! Gotcha where I want ya! Too late to turn back now…” Then I say, “Yeah, I know my ’80s cinema.”