Kong: Skull Island is Platoon meets Starship Troopers with a couple of hits of that brown acid that they told you not to eat at Woodstock. There’s also a serious nod to Apocalypse Now and the pre-historic yet, somehow futurist creatures from the latter-day Star Wars movies. Did I mention that this is a weird?
If you are the least bit squeamish about blood and guts, this is not the movie for you. If you require even the smallest shred of plausibility–not for you. Stellar special effects, pitch perfect 60s/70s rock soundtrack and some of the prettiest people you’ll ever see on film. Brie Larson is drop-dead gorgeous but she doesn’t compare to Todd Hiddleston’s beauty. He looks so good you’re not sure if he is real or Memorex.
Are you still reading this review? Honestly, that surprises me.
I laughed out loud more times at Kong than at most comedies I see, and there are even some deep, insightful moments that examine the complexities of war. Most notably this line: “Does any man truly come home from the war?” There is also a scene that brought tears to my eyes, but I don’t want to ruin it for you.
Samuel L. Jackson morphs into a live action hero (anti-hero?) and John Goodman is looking older, wiser, a lot thinner and in command of every scene he is in. Can you imagine the guy from the Pulp Fiction locking horns with the guy from The Big Lebowski? Well, now you can.
If you are a proud weirdo like me, this movie is a must-see and if you do, spring for the 3D. It’s worth it. Oh, and there’s a really big monkey.