It’s always been one of my favourite movies (the version with Naomi Watts as Ann Darrow) and I watched it again last night. I knew why.
It wasn’t because of the rip-roaring adventure, nor the special effects. It’s because of the love between Ann and Kong. Pure and simple. First she’s terrified, of course, and he’s playing the he man. But little by little, the look in her eyes and his softens, the gazes linger, and it matters not that one is a human and the other is a giant ape.
When Kong extends his open hand to her, and she climbs aboard, I melted. When he’s leaping from rock to rock, and holding her so gently, I smiled. When he slips off the top of the Empire State Building, I cried.
It doesn’t matter who or what the love is between. Time stops. Hearts open. Hands hold. What more could there be in life?