King Kong

Mark, DM, Charles and I went to see King Kong on Friday night. I had forgotten how sad of a story it was. Jon warned Charles that there were a lot of nasty bugs on the island and that I might want to close my eyes, but the bugs didn’t bother me. I actually sort of thought they were funny. What bothered me was that the stupid men dragged the ape into civilization as a spectacle and then had to kill him because he was so destructive (surprise, surprise) and yet, if they had just left him alone, he and the blonde could have curled up and lived happily ever after watching sun sets from the cliff learning sign language together. So congratulations Peter Jackson for pulling my heart strings. I fell for the ape, just like the blonde, and hated civilization for destroying him. After the movie, Charles turned to me and said, “ I love you” and I said, “ but, I love the ape”. (Doesn’t every woman want an oversized ape to love and protect her?)