Quicky sequels are rarely pretty. Son of Kong, rushed out the same year as the inimitable King Kong, proves the point. As cheap as the original was, this sequel is exponentially cheaper. It’s also ridiculously lacking in the story department (explorer Carl Denham returns to Kong’s home island to escape the fallout of, you know, a giant monkey destroying New York, only to discover, you guessed it, the son of Kong — and they become friends). It’s not just a trite story, it’s also weak in the monster department: The son of King Kong appears 43 minutes into the 69 minute film. Completely safe to skip.