I enjoyed the movie for the most part, but it gave a new meaning to the word 'talkie'. Of course, you have to set the plot leading up to the biggie when the mountain blew its top and blew li'l Pompei off the map.
The volcanic blow-up looked like one of those elementary school projects. You know, a piece of cardboard, all the necessary ingredients, then light 'er up.
I always list "King Kong" as my favorite movie - the original not the schlock versions that came later. The newer ones, of course, had the advantage of modern special effects, but they lacked the heart of the original.
The KK team was responsible for the Pompeii pic and, I guess, I expected more. The end of picture excitement was worth the wait - sort-of, but falling buildings and the human inhabitants never seemed to make actual contact.
The story, of course, was historically inaccurate but, so what? Chalk that up to literary license.
The acting was uniformly respectable and, by the way, I was proud of the discreet way the performers traipsed around in those early versions of male miniskirts without revealing the non-revealable.
I don't mean to sound too negative. Truth to tell I was enraptured by the story. Preston Foster was quite good - well - they all were.
Love the creative team that worked on this. It was a helluva lot better than the dismal "Son Of Kong," but did not measure up to the real "King." Excuse me. That would be Jesus, not the giant ape.
The volcanic blow-up looked like one of those elementary school projects. You know, a piece of cardboard, all the necessary ingredients, then light 'er up.
I always list "King Kong" as my favorite movie - the original not the schlock versions that came later. The newer ones, of course, had the advantage of modern special effects, but they lacked the heart of the original.
The KK team was responsible for the Pompeii pic and, I guess, I expected more. The end of picture excitement was worth the wait - sort-of, but falling buildings and the human inhabitants never seemed to make actual contact.
The story, of course, was historically inaccurate but, so what? Chalk that up to literary license.
The acting was uniformly respectable and, by the way, I was proud of the discreet way the performers traipsed around in those early versions of male miniskirts without revealing the non-revealable.
I don't mean to sound too negative. Truth to tell I was enraptured by the story. Preston Foster was quite good - well - they all were.
Love the creative team that worked on this. It was a helluva lot better than the dismal "Son Of Kong," but did not measure up to the real "King." Excuse me. That would be Jesus, not the giant ape.