There’s also John C. Reilly, who gets plenty of laughs as a slightly whacked-out air-force pilot left over on the island from World War Two. Once he enters the show (about halfway through) the film gives up any pretence at being anything approaching scary and doubles down on the jokes. From then on it’s a lethal tight-forty at the Skull Island Club, two-drink minimum, try the veal. Or one of the cast.
It’s set in 1973 – which helps everything, from logic to design – and constantly references Apocalypse Now and its source, Heart of Darkness (look at those character names!) The second half is extremely choppy and feels very much like it was given a nastily rushed last-minute hack to bring it in under two hours. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. You wouldn’t want it any longer, and it’s constantly fun while it’s there, as silly as it is.