Ann Darrow is a cricket ball. There is a point in the movie where every slight action of everything in the film is motivated by desire for Ann Darrow. The dinosaurs want to eat her, desperately, the insects want her, every single creature along the evolutionary timeline wants a piece of her. The giant ape wants her for his toy, Jack Driscoll wants her, the savages stole her. Every man on the ship is out to rescue her even the recalcitrant captain keeps turning up at the critical moments with a changed heart. Perhaps it is only the film maker Denham who remains oblivious to her, his cricket ball is only the film. The saddest part of the movie is the destruction of his camera. But Darrow, she speeds through the film with all the attention of a cricket ball through a test match, over a green field. No one in the stadium is untouched by the movement (the scantily clad, sexily muddied, humid jungle movement) of the girl and subsequently they all feel the need to exert a control over it, to possess it in some form. There’s a point where it all changes and the men start to desire the ape instead of the girl – they take their eye off the ball. Its Denham’s influence. He no longer has a film and his desire needs to shift – somehow, with it, the desire of the entire crew shifts too, except for Kong and Driscoll. From that point on its just not cricket.