Or so said the girl behind me at the end of King Kong. And, indeed, the more sympathetic they made the big gorilla, the less sympathetic Brody got, no matter how many times he made tormented, puppy-dog eyes at the camera. (Sure enough, Kong WAS very cute, and THIS time around you know some of that was intentional. The scariest part about him was his sheer size, and THAT wasn't his fault. :P )
Naomi Watts gets some good screams in but needed a body double for most of her acrobatics.
Jack Black does not do drama very well; his apparent incredulity even onscreen made me keep expecting him to crack an off-color joke.
The depiction of those crazy natives was outright racist. (And critics of the original were talking racism. Wait 'til they see how "far" we've come!)
Oh, and can you imagine what would happen nowadays if a giant gorilla were loose on the streets of NYC? The military wouldn't be shooting to kill, that's for sure! Can you imagine what the Animal Rights groups would say? Not to mention that he's the last of his kind, too!
The greatest improvement between the 30's and now? (Besides the claymation vs. computer animation, naturally.) That "ice-skating" scene. 'Nuff said. ^_~
And I like the idea of the film being an allegory for interracial love--after all, Kong was, as far as this film was concerned, only a monster in the humans' imagination.
Otherwise, the film was a very LONG and very faithful remake of the original plus allusions interspersed throughout...but, as with the original, there are a TON of other things I'd rather be watching. *sighs* It was, like The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, a monument to monumentality that leaves viewers wading through a sea of special effects in order to get to whatever genuine heart might be left.