Peter Jackson's meticulous attention to detail is perfectly utilized in this epic, sweeping vision of King Kong. The magicians at Weta create not only a stunning, living forest on Skull Island that rivals that of James Cameron's Avatar, but a gloriously soft focus interpretation of 1930's New York. The cast is eclectic, a mix of British faces and Jack Black. Naomi Watts and Adrien Brody are a bit wet as the lead couple, but the real star is Kong. Like Gollum in LOTR, Kong is physicalized by Andy Serkis, and has more depth and humanity than much of the cast. The surrounding creatures, dinosaurs and giant leeches some might call them uneccessary but are incredibly impressive and proves once again how capable Jackson is at staging vast, intricate set pieces. All the creatures are so imaginitive the bloated running time whizzes by. Until we're back in New York. From that moment onwards, the film descends into pure, tear-jerking schmaltz. At one point Kong and Watts actually frolic on a frozen pond, a sight so ludicrous and faux-deep-and-meaningful it's hard to watch. The finale however, schmaltz or no schmaltz is handled magnificently. All in all, a film that is goregeous to look at from start to finish, which suffers from a slight schmaltz fix half way through, but recovers for a nail-biting finish.