I wouldn't want to be human, if it means being selfish and ignorant. Those men looking down at the massive corpse, saying "It knows nothin, it's just an animal" doesn't understand what makes a human human. They don't know the beauty of defending something that is dear by giving up your own life. They see the rampage created by the beast in the seek of Ann as an act of violence and savage. And they try to understand something deep with a shallow mind.
I always felt that we are no more wiser than the creatures in the wild when it comes to love and trust. And now I witnessed this with my own eyes. The movie was just a fiction, but the boundry of humanity was so truly portrayed that given King Kong exists, I believe that the same scenario will most probably take place in real life.
I was so overwhelmed that I started crying since King Kong was lured into the trap set in the island, when he was shot with huge hooks, until the very end of the movie, when two pairs of curious eyes watched me as we descended from the seats to the stairway leading out of the cinema. I kept my head as low as possible. If I wasn't so tired from the efforts of letting out all those emotions as silent tears, I would have told those two workers that I'm not crying because of the tragedized love story between King Kong and Ann. It was something more, or in another sense, something less...
He cuddled my head in his hands as if he's holding a mushy cream puff. He didn't said that I was overeacting, nor did he scorn my ourburst. He just said to me queitly, calmly, like a breeze trying to smooth the sands washed into wrinkles by the waves, "forget about the second half, the story just ended when they took Ann away in two small boats and left King Kong behind... We didn't watch King Kong today, we watched the Escape from Dinosaur Island, ok dear? It's just the Escape from Dinosaur Island..."
