The man (Robert Armstrong) who brought King Kong to New York is under siege from lawsuits and subpoena servers in the wake of the destruction rampage the late Kong went on before he was killed. He skips the country and flees to Southeast Asia. It is there that he hears about the treasure on Kong's island and a small group heads to the island. After the massive of success of KING KONG, RKO rushed this sequel into production. I'm not a big fan of the original 1933 film but this movie lacks the epic mythic qualities of the earlier film. It's extremely lightweight and rather banal really, even Max Steiner's score is anemic. Unlike his father, this "son of Kong" is a head scratching, self sacrificing cutie pie who whimpers when he hurts his finger. There is a bang up apocalyptic earthquake finale that ends the film that's impressive. It's harmless and mercifully short and one can't really dislike it. Directed by Ernest B. Schoedsack. With Helen Mack as the plucky heroine, Frank Reicher, John Marston and Victor Wong.