Last week my husband and I went to see King Kong. I didn’t expect much so I was surprised when I enjoyed it. Peter Jackson was able to bring the special effects driven movie to life without losing the story or the charm. I was impressed and far more entertained that I expected to be (although I could have done without the giant bugs eating people). I cried quiet a bit at the end of the film. It was very good and if you haven’t seen it I would recommend you do.
After the movie my 12 year old daughter asked how a lady could love a monkey. After the obvious and silly comparisons between Kong and my husband, I began to wonder the same thing myself. How could a love story between an ape and a woman be believable? Would you believe that a man could love an ape? Absolutely not. Then why is it believable that a woman could?
After some discussion with my husband it turned out that we had a completely different take on the movie. I thought it was about her and he thought it was about Kong. He thought that Kong was just lonely, that he had found a friend. But I don’t see that. I don’t know about you but I don’t have many friends I would kill big monsters for. How many friends would you go to the ends of the earth (as you know it) just to keep close to you. I think they loved each other.
Why couldn’t a man fall in love with a Queen Kong? I guess there is the obvious fact that Kong was very masculine as any giant ape would be and I think a man is much less likely to fall for a large woman who could beat up monsters and carry him around in the palm of her hand. Lets face it there is no way to make a giant monkey feminine.
And I think it’s believable that a woman would because it touches that ‘longing’ in all women. Yeah, yeah he is sweet and loves the sunset blah, blah, blah…but it’s that ‘longing’ we aren’t meant to have, that we aren’t allowed to feel. That longing that we sometimes hide even from ourselves. That longing, that need we have to be adored and cherished, to be protected and taken care of and to be needed and desired. And although none of us would want a man to die for us – we want to know that he would. I think that’s what she fell for. It wasn’t a sexual love obviously but it was a love worth dying for - at least for Kong.
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