Kong: Skull Island

Much like Gareth Edwards' Godzilla, human life in this film is insignificant in the face of gargantuan beasts. The main difference is that this film is far more interested in human death. It's like the Gashlycrumb Tinies of monster movies, a film where people are no more than props to show off all the unique ways there are to die on the island. It's practically a running gag how pointlessly every one of these people go out. The ones who try to make their deaths mean something are punished even more brutally. The only character who escapes this cynicism is John C. Reilly, and the movie really should've just been about him. It's not great, but I was impressed by the depths of its deranged imagination.

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