I was going through my film collection and I decided to re-view one of my films. I was about half way through it when I felt something in my head click. It was actually kinda freaky.
All of the elements are there. I can’t believe I never saw it before.
We are nerve-wracked by his behavior before we have any sense of who he is, or, what he wants.
We are awestruck with his enormity; the unstoppable force of his Will, and the physical strength with which he enforces it.
We are terrified at what we perceive to be his unpredictable anger, until such time that his wrath becomes the shelter of our protection.
We long to communicate with him, but communication seems limited to what he will show us.
All of these qualities weigh heavily upon us, as we attempt to formulate the concept of who he is, but it is this final quality which leaves us with our mouths wide open in confusion and wonder.
We are mystified that as small and seemingly insignificant as we appear to be, that such a creature could find us lovable. Not just appealing, but that he could know something about us from a look, that is so valuable to him, that he would be willing to lay down his life to protect it.
The very necessity of his desire to safeguard us, providing him with a previously unknown purpose.
The statement was made, “It wasn’t the planes that killed him. Beauty killed the beast.”
It wasn’t physical beauty which killed the beast; it was the beauty of our innocence.
The story of King Kong is the story about our relationship to God.
It is the story that we will accidentally destroy God with our ignorance and our fear.
So what is it that we really mean to convey when we say, “The King…has left the building”?
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