We went to see King Kong last night at the Vue Finchley Road. And the reviews are right - it is truly moving. A hero who will rip a Tyranosaurus Rex apart for you - what more could any girl want?
It's also about 40 minutes too long. There are only so many minutes of animated dinosaurs trampling people that I want to watch. And don't get me started on the giant wetas, which starred for a good ten minutes in their own right. An in-joke that only kiwis and animators will get is a wee bit self-indulgent.
But the centre of the story, the relationship between Kong and Ann Darrow, was perfect. Kong was definitely a sentient being, and all he wanted was a friend. Heartbreaking.
Other highlights of the week:
Monday's lunchtime run in the sun along the river
Tuesday night's birthday party at the Cinnamon Club, complete with ice sculpture
Lowlights:
The end of the series of Grey's Anatomy
Jules's continued ill-health (now much improved)
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