it was beauty killed the beast

not the planes.

Last night I spent 3+ hours watching Peter Jackson's King Kong. walking out of the theater, my friend turned to me and said, "that was stressful". exactly what I was thinking. but why? the answer is simple. during 3+ hours, not a moment goes by in the film where the characters aren't fighting for their life...for survival; whether it's from gigantic bugs, dinosaurs, the titular ape, the sea, an ancient civilization or modern day New York City (though by modern, I mean the 30s, the Great Depression era). hmmm...

As I sat watching, I decided to keep my eye on the timing of the film. it is, of course, all in the timing, right? we are dealing with actors, a director, multiple crew members and a screenwriter. everything is about timing in this industry.

it took an hour and fifteen minutes for us to catch a glimpse of King Kong (the first act, which concludes with him capturing Naomi). it then took the crew of the film and the ship an hour to capture the beast (many lives were lost and act two ended). the final act, set in New York, with the Eighth Wonder of the World on display and then on the run took the remainder of the time (ending with the now infamous line, delivered by the infamous Jack Black).

but you already know this, so I don't have to tell you.