Theory of regression...
King Kong gets a girlfriend. Sounds cheesy? It does get to that point. Not only did we lose the clever storytelling 1976’s King Kong offered, but this one is downright silly and simple-minded, considering the synopsis. The beasts are protagonized so this is only the shadow of a horror movie. The military serves as bad guy; depicted as immoral, yet doing nothing but its job.
It’s well shot, delivered, paced, but the effects and photography meet their limit. A couple of interesting debates are brought up; stipulations on just where King Kong fits in the food chain, for instance, and whether he can feed without threatening human life. That said, anything related to its breeding is too much detail. The storyline hits and misses, lacking the ability to set the right mood.
It tries hard to match its own standards, but it is sadly the weaker performers and the botched script that make this a generally poor sequel. It’s as good as your average giant monster movie; with its share of cliches, its high volume of visual effects, and its questionable ape costumes. The issue with the beast is not its design but rather how unflatteringly it is shot.