I don’t know. I don’t… know. Is “King Kong Escapes” just a criminally cheap cash-in on the diakaiju eiga (Japanese Giant Monster movies) explosion of the 1960’s? Or is it perhaps a Japanese re-interpretation of “Plan 9 from Outer Space”. Or, or, or is this film a sly wink at how artistic appropriation fueled by profit analysis models turn moderately clever mimics into culturally revered ‘geniuses’ and ultimately squeeze authentic artists into the fringes of industry, where they shelter to keep their art pure? I don’t know.