I just finished watching Peter Jackson's King Kong for the second time. It never fails to bring tears into my eyes. I was not just going misty, I tell ya. I was sobbing! Now I thought that by watching it again I wasn't going to shed any tears because I have seen it. But guess I was wrong.
And so there it was, I declared right then that King Kong was my numero uno fave in romantic film. I really thought it was the most romantic film I have ever seen in some kind of a twisted way. Almost like Disney's Beauty and the Beast except of course the beast turned out to be a very handsome young man in the end. Not like Kong who remained a beast until his death. But that's what the world (in the movie or anyone in real life) saw in Kong. To me, he was just a giant ape who was in awe in the face of beauty. I said it's romantic because a monster, a beast could be so tender to his object of affection and that he fought for it.
Now I don't know how Jackson's King Kong compared to the old one. If I had seen it then I didn't remember. Maybe I was too young to remember. But I think Jackson's was excellent. So much emotion for a fake King Kong. Dunno how they did it.
I think animals or anything non-human in films moved me more. There were two other movies that I remembered making me cry out loud. They were Lion King and Bicentennial Man. So much for sob stories. I guess maybe those non-human films just taught me more about what it's like to be human. I don't know.
I kinda remembered saying this to my mom though; I hate seeing tortured animals. I could cry for animals more than I could cry for humans. Because animals are innocent. They don't know better. It's humans who are despicable. They are bestowed with brains, hearts and the ability to think yet they are capable of doing things that even animals couldn't probably do.
Correct me if I was wrong.
Of course that did not apply to everyone. Just humans in general. Hope nobody would be offended by it ;) Good people do still exist in this world.
Anyway, what's your most romantic film? And why?
And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand. And from that day forward, he was as one dead.
(Carl Denham, King Kong 2005)



