Andrea Arnold, I love you. Once again you provide us with a beautiful look at the complicated life of a young woman. Once again you gift us a film built on emotions, where one single frame filled me with thoughts and feelings I hadn't felt in years. Once again you crafted another masterpiece. Andrea Arnold, I love you.
So this does it. This ends my King Kong marathon.
1933, 1976, and 2005.
What did I think of Peter Jackson's adaption?
I've got to say, pretty dang awesome.
Jackson captures the feel and essence of the thirty's so incredibly well, that my favourite parts of the movie were that in the beginning and the end when we spend time in New York City. His attention to detail is extraordinary. The original clocked in at an hour and forty-six minutes,…