Shout! Factory’s release is stacked with enough goodies to satisfy a king-sized appetite for all things Kong.
While it is almost surely the least worthy of the moniker “Cult Camp Classics,” volume three does feature one of the most enduring titles in the entire line.
The film's glass-spangled erection burns with an uncontrollable lust for spectacle.
Irwin Allen’s crowning achievement, and a shrine to all the bullshit behind Hollywood’s blockbuster franchises.