that killed the beast; or so said a straight-faced Jack Black at the end of King Kong. My daughter, a big fan of School of Rock, and I were watching the dramatic ending of the movie last night, and when we saw Mr. Black appear, she turned and said, "huh?"
Mr. Black's brilliant comic powers, and animal magnetism aside, the hulking Kong reminded me more of our dog than any "beast", so to speak. With his big black nose, complete devotion to the lady of the house, and the inexplicable ability to only flee in one direction--not necessarily the best direction, our over sized Rottweiler mix is his own King Kong, misunderstood--scaring the neighbors while hopelessly lovable and devoted.
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