Does Size Matter?

King Kong is a big movie. A little too big, actually. The filmmaker is obviously a megalomaniac but I forgive him, much more easily than I forgave him for LOTR trilogy. (Well, I haven't forgiven him some of the things he put there, and probably never will, but that's not the point.) I didn't cry for the giant ape, I guess that makes me a cold-hearted bitch. But I laughed, and sympathized, and admired, and gaped, and gasped, and smiled crooked smiles, said 'oh shit', was taken out of myself, was brought back again, said wtf, said wow. A must-see. Sunsets always send my heart throbbing.

So do poets. Er... playwrights. He's the one.