King Kong film review

My friend Cynthia is traveling in India and went to see King Kong while there. She sent her thoughts to another friend, Jay Floyd, who forwarded it to me. It is probably my favorite film "review" ever. Pretty much says it all. I print it here:

"Watching King Kong last night with all the Indians and one frenchie in a theater was such a strange experience. Basically, this group of Americans insist on going where they don't belong, kill all the native darkies with big huge weapons, there is one black and one Chinese amidst "the good guys" who both die rather quickly, leaving the whities to prevail. They kill as many ugly creeping creatures as they can, again with big weapons, then take the very thing that never belonged to them in the first place, the crowning jewel of the unknown land. They whisk him back to America in order to profit from his supposed beastiness. Then when he resists, they blow him away as fleets of planes rise from up and around the Empire State Building. Then Jack Black proclaims as the last sentence in the movie, "it was beauty that killed the beast." No it wasn't you jack ass, you killed him, fucker."