I then spent the next three hours with Peter Jackson's KING KONG.
Yes, it was a mammoth undertaking, and the movie will undoubtedly be the last word in KONG lore. But despite moving work from Naomi Watts and a very likable Jack Black, the whole thing just suffered from overkill for me.
Each of the three acts was masterfully done, really couldn't have been better, but it certainly could have been shorter and not sacrificed any of the underlying poignancy of the tale. The Skull Island section was particularly overloaded with events, special effects, and creatures, creatures, creatures. I finally just got bored with all the excess. Way too much of a good thing.
And then there were nitpicky things that bothered me: an obvious winter setting in NYC for the third act (Kong and Ann even have an idyllic moment on an icy pond), but where was the frosty breath for all the participants? And on top of the Empire State Building, wouldn't it have been rather cold for Ann in a sleeveless silk gown and how lucky she was to dodge all those bullets and flying glass around her in the observation tower and emerge without a scratch.
I don't know, really. The movie just wasn't made for me.