Kong = King Bomb?

Many of my friends were walking around in a daze today, their minds punchy and overwhelmed in their anticipation of a colossal ape's arrival. In less than 2 hours (at the time of writing) King Kong begins to beat his chest in theatres across North America.

I want to be as excited as my peers; I really do. But I have a nagging feeling, like popcorn stuck in my throat, that this is going to be one 8000 pound monkey that even Peter Jackson can't lift to respectability, let alone to skyscraper-sized heights of success; that in an end to 2005's blockbuster bust, Kong might be the final turd on Hollywood's steaming pile of mediocrity. I hate the smell of a stench bomb in the morning...