King Kong

watched King Kong today with JX. it was a long good show. afterall, it's a classic. or, prolly cos i hadn't been to the movies for the longest of time.. and i was like a kid being brought to the movies the first time by my parents all over again.

i was impressed that they managed to inject so much expressions onto the gigantic ape's face. and made viewers feel so much for Kong. hell, they made him pout after throwing a kid's tantrums? anger, sadness, betrayal, loneliness, and even a tinge of fear at the back. ok, maybe i haven't been watching movies too much for a long time. and i've lost touch with what they could do with technology nowadays.

but somehow, seeing a minature oversized ape thumping his chest at the top of a skyscraper that looked like a toy from the pilot's far off view made me sad. it's the intervention of Man that its life changed, and it's cos of Man that it felt threatened, and it's cos of Man, that it was driven to its death. seek it out cos it's mythical, it's strange, it's different. and then because of the very same reasons, we find it dangerous. and so we kill it. for our own survival. if only we had left it alone. and i'm not just talking about King Kongs. damn humans.

p.s.: marina square is a humongous maze now!