I haven't really seen Peter Jackson's King Kong (2005), nor have I really had to. I'll tell you why...
I hate Peter Jackson. Well, that's not exactly right. I'm sure he's a nice enough guy on his own if you were to sit down and have a pint with him, but I cannot stand his films. The Lord of the Rings trilogy is nine-some hours of my life that have been lost and that I would give practically anything to get back. The first film I saw because that is simply what one did. I resolved thereafter not to see the next installments, but my roommates happened to be watching The Two Towers when I was trying to avoid studying. I'm sure they did not appreciate my peals of laughter as Gollum was talking to himself. Sorry guys. The final film was a power play between myself and a then-girlfriend who resolved that she was going to make me watch it after I expressed my contempt for the first two.
Never having read Tolkien, I found the films practically incomprehensible. I understood that they were nine hours of walking to a volcano to drop a ring into it, but all points inbetween were not connected by a plot as such. They were a series of cinematically realised vignettes from the books that I'm sure made sense to people who had read the books, but which made for a very poor example of a coherent movie.
This was compounded by Jackson's amteurish direction, which made those scenes on the screen unwatchable. One could easily make a drinking game out of his affectations, and the list of them became my oft-repeated reason for not seeing King Kong. "I don't need to see it," I would tell any friend who asked, "since I know exactly what's going to happen: there will be a big, sweeping pan-shot over New York until it zooms in on Kong perched dramatically on the Empire State Building. Then there will be this really choppy, quick-cut fight scene between him and the planes where you can't really tell what's going on until suddenly *boom* Kong gets hit and falls off the building... in slow motion... to Enya."
I was steady in my resolve this time, but I did happen to be on a date at a lounge where they were playing Jackson's version on their bigscreen TV. Being male, I couldn't help but keep the bright, flashing things in the corner of my eye, and right in the middle of the conversation I burst out laughing when what flashed across the screen was exactly what I predicted. The only thing I'm not sure about is the Enya ballad, since the volume was off. I'm sure the music was terribly melancholy, whatever it was.
That is why I have not seen Jackson's King Kong, haven't had to, and why I never wish to.