It is a 25-foot-tall depressed abandoned gorilla bachelor in the midst of its mid-life crises looking for a life partner. How King Kong reminded me of all the men I've dated in the past few years—hyper masculine, stubborn, uncompromising, easily entertained simple creatures. And so the story goes: boy meets girl, boy pounds his chest and roars, boy saves girl, girl falls in love with boy—but a gorilla can’t satisfy the woman’s real need for love. Kong’s rival is a scrawny, sensitive, nerdy, romantic playwright , Adrian Brody. Thus, there is a love triangle, which spurs competition between the meathead and the sensitive type. Reflecting the current notions of gender, the sensitive type, of course, wins; and the alpha-male is pounded off the Empire State Building with bullets. Romantic, sensitive love conquers all, but you can’t help but feel sorry for the burly, hairy, and muscular monster of a man who tried to get the girl with physical display.
Jack Black's last line is, “Beauty killed the beast.” But it is the woman that killed the beast--not her beauty--because we women always try to kill the beasts in our men.