Continuing my documentary trail, The King of Kong is either the saddest or the coolest movie, you ever did see. Cool, if you like games / the 80s and 90s scene / games / mullets. Sad, if your world is just that or you realise that their world is just that.
I think that this film had very little to do with the game of Donkey Kong, which may have been for the better, but more to do with ego. There’s nothing wrong with ego, it can bring you to great heights but it can also turn you blind / make you proud / make you high. I didn’t have sympathy with any of the characters in the film, not Billy Mitchell, who reveals himself quite boorishly here, not Steve Wiebe, who is made out to be the martyr, until you realise that we are talking about Donkey Kong.
That said, it was a good laugh, all the way through.