Big ape + white woman = one of the greatest monsters ever made.

Such technical mastery.

Kong feels more like an actual character than everyone except Ann Darrow.

Sure, the islander scenes are cringey to today's audiences, but they're short lived.

Despite all its logic flaws (how does Kong grow bigger as the movie progresses?), you can't help but be taken away once the destruction starts.

Pure escapist entertainment at its best.

Where did the natives get the idea for a coconut bra?