The famed
explorer and filmmaker stood before a theater of First Nighters and New York
sophisticates and said, Ladies and
gentlemen, I'm here tonight to tell you a very strange story — a story so
strange that no one will believe it — but, ladies and gentlemen, seeing is
believing. And we — my partners and I — have brought back the living proof of
our adventure, an adventure in which twelve of our party met horrible death.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, before I tell you any more, I'm going to show
you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld. He was a king and a god in
the world he knew, but now he comes to civilization merely a captive — a show
to gratify your curiosity. Ladies and gentlemen, look at Kong, the Eighth
Wonder of the World.
March marks
the 80th Anniversary of one of the greatest American films ever
made, King Kong. Though that comment might drive more elitist cineastes
up the wall (where they belong), it is an incontrovertible fact. Indeed, Kong is not only a great American
film, but perhaps one of the most iconic, with a closing sequence that has
entered into myth and has become part of our folklore.
For readers
who have never had the privilege of seeing Kong, the story is simply this:
world explorer and filmmaker Carl Denham sails to an uncharted island in the
Dutch East Indies to make a film about whatever he finds there. With him are
Ann Darrow, a down-on-her-luck actress, and Jack Driscoll, the tough first mate
of Capt. Englehorn. What they find is a primitive
tribe, separated from the rest of the island by a gigantic wall. The natives kidnap Ann to sacrifice her to
their god – Kong, a 50 foot ape. Denham,
Driscoll and others breach the wall to rescue her, finding a lost world of
dinosaurs. Capturing Kong, they bring
him back to New York, where he escapes.
Recapturing Ann once again, the great ape climbs the newly finished
Empire State Building, where it fights for life against a squadron of
biplanes. Once the great Kong lies dead
in a Manhattan street, Denham stands over the body and says, “Oh, no, it wasn't
the airplanes. It was Beauty that killed the beast!”
Though set
in a then-contemporary 1933, Kong is a portal into a lost world in more ways
than one. Much of it takes place in a
now vanished Manhattan peopled by wisecracking operators who speak in a
particularly 30s American patios. The dialog,
by James Ashmore Creelman (1894-1941),
who would commit suicide by jumping from a building, and Ruth Rose (1891-1978), crackled with an electrical energy often
found in Depression-era films. Its
signature note is a combination of sentiment and cynicism and is a delight to
hear.
The middle
third of the film takes place on the remote Skull Island, home of the last of
the dinosaurs. The world of 1933 was a
much larger place than it is today; there were many uncharted islands, and
great portions of many continents were still unknown (or largely unknown) by
the western world. The notion in 1933
that one could head out into a wide-world full of the unknown and adventure was
not beyond the realm of possibility. (By
the end of World War II, most of the world would not only be successfully mapped,
but also closed off for various political reasons.)
To create
King Kong, the filmmakers turned to Willis
O’Brien (1886-1952), who created Kong and the dinosaurs through a process
called stop motion animation. Kong was,
in reality, a puppet about 18 inches tall.
It was a metal, articulated skeleton that could be posed in different positions,
covered in rubber, and the rubber covered in rabbit fur. O’Brien would then position Kong, shoot one
frame, re-position him, shoot one frame, and on and on and on. The final result is that Kong would move with
a lifelike grace. The special effects
for Kong are very special indeed, and 80 years later they have not lost their
ability to enchant. (In fact, I much
prefer stop motion to the current CGI type of effect; stop motion always seemed
to have a touch of the fantastic, and what would Kong be without that?)
For me, one
of the most fascinating things about King Kong is how much of it is based on
the experiences of the two men who co-directed the film: Merian C. Cooper (1893-1973) and Ernest B. Schoedsack (1893–1979).
Both were globetrotting adventurers with enough exotic experiences to
put Indiana Jones to shame, tramping
through Siam, Persia, Abyssinia, and the Malaysian Archipelago. The film’s two protagonists – filmmaker Carl
Denham and sailor Jack Driscoll – are actually stand-ins for the real-life
filmmakers; Robert Armstrong
(1890-1973), who played Denham, looked remarkably like Cooper, and Bruce Cabot (1904-1972), who played Driscoll,
resembled Schoedsack. Cooper stayed
active in aviation (and was one of the founders of Pan Am) and motion pictures,
working to develop the process known as Cinerama. Sadly, he spent his declining years a rabid
McCarthyite, looking for Reds in every corner of American life. Oddly, Cooper and Armstrong would die within
16 hours of each other. Schoedsack
continued to direct, but recurring vision problems curtailed his career. (Screenwriter Ruth Rose was also Mrs.
Schoedsack.)
The genius
of Kong is not just in its conception, but in its execution. The first line in the film sets the action
and starts racing to its conclusion. It is
exciting and spectacular without ever being flabby or self-indulgent; it is
mythic and larger than life without ever losing the sentiment at its core. In addition to Armstrong and Cabot, the film
is wonderfully embellished by a touching and vulnerable performance by Fay Wray as Ann Darrow (1907-2004);
when she died at age 96, the Empire State Building dimmed its lights for 15
minutes.
Kong would
be remade twice: once disastrously in 1976 and again, with mixed results, in
2005 by director Peter Jackson. Neither
is a patch on the original. (It had long been my dream that animator William Joyce would remake the film; perhaps some day...)
King Kong
is everything to which today’s blockbusters aspire, but seldom achieve. It’s spectacular, filled with stunning
special effects, great performances, smart, funny, mythic, exciting and
heartbreaking. It is, in short,
everything a movie should be.
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