Spoilers of course allowed.
I’m not sure if it was intended, but watching the film I got very much a Fight Club feeling. That is, modern, civilised man vs. his innate alpha-male “Og Crush! Og protect little woman!”-self. Just Fight Club lacked the “Og protect” bit, while as here it reigns supreme.
Ann mistakes Driscoll for someone else, before they have actually met, and she says, “Oh thank the lord you’re not one of those scrappy, thin, big-nosed, head in a book type guys!” just to find out that Driscoll is exactly that. What better an image for a modern, civilised guy. Yet she has that desire for someone strong and charismatic. But she is still attracted to him as the intellect and romantic he is.
But the leading man of the film she is to be in, while looking tough is–even before landing on the island–decried as a coward by Driscoll. “Oh but real heroes don’t look like me, they have paunches and bald heads and smell of rum.” That is to say, they look like the Everyman.
Now Kong…well Kong is king. He is everything that the alpha male should be. (Not to mention laying out the serious hurt on some T-Rexes.) And without pause, Ann becomes equally attracted to Kong as she had been to Driscoll.
But at all times, both men are absolutely relentless in their desire to find and protect Ann. And she switches just as easily in her feelings between the two men as they come by. Both men are at heart, romantics.
Finally, Kong is brought to New York.
Modern society has shackled him. There is no hope for him to ever adjust to life in this city–and to the denizens he is simply a relic of bestiality to be prodded and laughed at. Ann cannot stand seeing him in this state. He cannot stand being in this state.
He tries to find her, to be with her–but of course the modern world shuts him out again. And he is left with a choice; he can be King–the ultimate, preening male–or he can give in to the modern world, to adapt to it so he can be with his woman.
While as Driscoll must overcome his fears–he was able to rush to his woman on the island, but never brave enough to “conquer” her.
And so, just as Kong slips off the top of the Empire States Building–and forever out of Ann’s life–Jack Driscoll appears, ready to be the Male for her.
And she turns to him and accepts him without thought or sadness, even though she should be crying at the loss of Kong. Why?
Perhaps because–at least to her–they are one and the same.