It’s fair to say that Kong: Skull Island is an unremarkable movie.
Or to put it another way, while someone probably got paid handsomely for writing the movie, just about anyone off the street could have done a similar job in their sleep.
As I watched it, I just felt like I’d seen it all before and could have ticked off everything that happened on a pre-made cliché sheet.
For example, we have..
- The scientific expedition where one person knows more than they’ve let on.
- That person then gets killed.
- The handsome Indiana Jones style male lead.
- The plucky girl who tags along for the ride and has no real purpose to the plot beyond a hint at some kind of romantic tie-up with the male lead.
- And she’s got big tits, obviously.
- The military guy who starts to go a bit mad and turns into the villain of the piece
- Samuel L. Jackson (almost) gets to say “Motherfucker”
- The bloke who decides that for no good reason he’s going to sacrifice his life because he apparently can’t be bothered living anymore.
- Someone who says “Oh and (insert name here)…thanks” which nobody EVER SAYS in real life.
- The bit where after initially fearing the monster they soften to him for no reason other than for it to save the day in the end.
- The monster represented as not anatomically correct (i.e. he’s got no junk).
- All the good guys surviving.
There are more, but you get the idea.
I’d just like to see a bit of innovation, but I’m not sure that exists anymore.
Still, despite these problems, I suppose I should take the view that it was exactly what I expected it to be and so can’t be too disappointed.
I mean…that’s one way to think about it…