Oh, sure enough, King Kong made money, if that's all we care about it even won a special Oscar for its visual effects work (which was immodestly erratic some of the finest process shots of the pre- Star Wars '70s unashamedly rubs elbows with alarmingly terrible composited images of Jessica Lange pasted in on top of the background in images that look in every way less convincing than similar images in the original King Kong, 43 years prior), and picked up nominations for its cinematography and sound. The film is the pinnacle of the career of the legendary, beloved, notorious madman-producer Dino De Laurentiis his Intolerance, I'm sure he intended, or his Ben-Hur his attempt to spend just the most God-damnable amounts of money on a gargantuan spectacle that would represent everything that could be poured onto a movie screen instead, it's closer to his Cleopatra. Rather, it's the scale of the miscalculation that went into that remake that makes King Kong truly remarkable. Even if this one is especially unjustified (after Psycho and Seven Samurai, I'd be inclined to call the 1933 King Kong just about the finest movie ever besmirched with a remake). It's not that it's a unjustified remake of an all-time classic film, those are are all over the damn place, that's not worthy of attention. The 1976 King Kong really is quite magnificent in its badness.
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