It’s always long enough between viewings that I forget what a cliche, racist, vastly stupid and profoundly self-indulgent movie Jackson’s King Kong is.
Which I suppose wouldn’t bother me so much if I could ever remember where the appeal was in wanting to re-watch it in the first place.
Which I suppose wouldn’t bother me so much if I could ever remember where the appeal was in wanting to re-watch it in the first place.