A series of unconnected, random thoughts.
In summary: this is one strange movie. Kong, John C. Reilly, the various creatures, a bunch of the deaths, the action, and the cinematography (good GOD the cinematography) are all great. Kong's battle with the helicopters is particularly awesome, though all of the action scenes are quite fun. It also has two too many main characters and as a result pretty much underserves all of them except Reilly, and two of the deaths are out of order. MAJOR SPOILERS FOLLOW:
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Marc Evan Jackson and John Goodman's deaths should've been switched in order. Goodman gets the Cranston award for dying way too soon (though the way his camera flash is used is one of the film's best, sickest monster moments), without really feeling like his character story's done. Jackson - as much as I love him from TAH - is pretty much just along for the ride until he gets stomped by Kong.
John Ortiz's death feels like Vogt-Roberts saw the pterodactyl death in Jurassic World and thought "Yeah, I can top that". One moment actually made the audience gasp. You'll know it when you see it. Vogt-Roberts shows some great monster movie sadism with how Ortiz, Toby Kebbell (or, at least, the aftermath of Kebbell's death), Goodman, Shea Whigham, and the poor bastard who gets speared by the giant spider leg exit the film.
And finally, I was so goddamn happy that Reilly's character survived. That fucker earned sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and watching a Cubs game.
In short, if you want to watch some damn fun, big-screen monster action, this is your huckleberry.