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Edited on Sun Jun-01-08 04:09 PM by onager
I have discovered the Secret Of Nature, so if this statement of my philosophy annoys you, don't bother reading any further:
70% of Nature is totally indifferent to you. The other 30% wants to eat you.
I recently wasted 2.5 hours of my life watching Into The Wild, the spiritually uplifting true story of Chris McCandless. He wandered off into the Alaskan wilderness and starved to death.
Well, it probably did spiritually uplift me, just not in the way director Sean Penn intended. It certainly reminded me that natural selection is alive, well, and taking care of business.
McCandless had room in his backpack for Thoreau, Jack London and Tolstoy, but didn't bother taking a map and compass. If he had, he might have noticed that the "impassable" river in front of him featured a cable tram less than a mile from where he died. And about 5 miles away, the Forest Service maintained a cabin fully stocked with food. Clearly marked on...what is that thing called again? A MAP.
Penn's movie sticks to the myth. McCandless bums all over America, dispensing goofy mysticism and unneeded advice. He's constantly harping about our evil materialistic society and the purity of nature. But "nature" in this case includes driving giant combines and shacking up with Neo-Hippies in a trailer park full of RV's and campers. Talk about a mixed message!
In another bit of myth-making, Penn and Jon Krakauer, who wrote the source book, make a case that McCandless accidentally poisoned himself by eating the wrong plants. (Natural selection has all the bases covered!) But a detailed analysis during the autopsy ruled that out. Apparently Krakauer finished the book before the autopsy was complete.
A couple of years ago we were subjected to another Mythical, Mystical Eco-Warrior who ran afoul of natural selection--Tim Treadwell. Werner Herzog made a prize-winning documentary about him, Grizzly Man.
In a very poor choice of words (or a very funny one), a reviewer at IMDB wrote: We follow an obsessed man, Tim Treadwell, whose love for the grizzly bears consumed him.
No, a bear consumed him. And his girlfriend. Treadwell spent 13 years annoying the bears in an Alaska nature preserve, despite repeated warnings from the real experts. Some of them summed up Treadwell's 13 death-free years in one word--"lucky." His luck finally ran out.
Treadwell flitted around telling the bears he "loved them." By all accounts he was obsessed with bears. And for some reason foxes, who he also considered his friends. I've heard that the beavers and porcupines were heartbroken because Treadwell had no special feelings for them, but that's just hearsay.
Many times, Treadwell claimed to have a "special spiritual connection" with bears. What were his qualifications to study bears up close? He was a failed actor who lived in Malibu, when he wasn't in Alaska harassing wildlife.
The result of all this spirituality toward the bears? The first deaths by bear attack in 85 years at the nature preserve. And two bears had to be killed.
I'd rather see a movie about the Park Rangers who risk their lives trying to save these nature-abusing morons. They really deserve the title "hero." Strictly IMO, of course, as always.
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