So if King Kong had a son, why was the son so much smaller, and why did he have a light gray (silverback) coat? And where was the mother, by the way? Why did the son behave like a lovable organ-grinder monkey? It makes no sense that dad would be the scariest, growliest, baddest motherfucker on Skull Island and his son would behave a little bit like Stan Laurel.
And why oh why did screenwriter Ruth Rose drown the poor guy at the end? Why wouldn’t he grab hold of a floating tree trunk and stay with Robert Armstrong, Helen Mack and Frank Reicher (Cpt, Englehorn) and maybe go with them back to New York City and live a nice, secure life in the Bronx zoo?
I’ve always hated Son of Kong for this cruelty — not just drowning this (relatively) little guy but making a fucking joke out of it by having him hold his nose just before his head slips beneath the waves. They went for a snide laugh as this poor, good-natured beast was breathing his last!