King Kong

I liked the movie. A lot. But for real, for real, somebody needs to hook Peter Jackson up with some Black friends.

I mean damn, Peter, I know this was as much as anything else a tribute to your own romance with cinema, that began with seeing the O.G. Kong. But couldn't we have done just a teeny tiny bit of critical thinking about the racial archetypes that film was built upon?

Gregory Solman pretty much called it in the Village Voice: "King Kong's only novel contribution: a depiction of native tribal dancing in a Broadway musical that's actually less racist than the "true" scenes it's supposed to be based upon."

But again, I still liked it a lot.