On Friday we let the boys pick out movies to rent. YA went for Bambi II (I just have to mention that I loathe Disney sequels. When was the last time Disney made anything with a 2 at the end that was any good? Or even looks like they were trying to make something good?) and YW really
wanted to get King Kong. I let them have their way. We watched King Kong up to the point where MLWN was too disgusted to continue (that would be the cave of giant bugs that want to eat people (while we're on the topic, what is it with the animals on Skull Island? They really love to try to kill people. The raptors going after the apatasaurs (or whatever long-necked variety they were supposed to be, ran past mounds of quivering meat in order to bite the crunchy, virtually meat-free humans. That makes no sense)). Last night we skipped that portion and continued with the movie (yet another digression, the boys went to a birthday party at a Rock Climbing Gym yesterday. YA wore himself to such a frazzle that he went to sleep around 5 and woke up at 6:30 this morning, so he missed the end of KK). At the end of the movie, YW was wailing and had to sit in MLWN's lap for a while to calm down. He was devestated that Kong died. And he knew it was going to happen.
I guess if you can get past the fact that Kong is a fearsomely dangerous animal that kills humans without even really thinking about it, it is kind of sad that he gets gunned down.