Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Not since Micheal Moore have I seen such a self absorbed, preachy and cocky documentary film maker as the director of this film; one Rob Stewart. That said, the film itself is hauntingly beautiful. I found myself wondering if I, seeing the things he did both below and above the surface, might not cry myself to sleep at both the horror and beauty of this place we call home? He started out making an underwater documentary on sharks in general, yet becomes involved with the Sea Shepard's Paul Watson and his fight against both long line 'harvesting' of the sea and the 'finning' of sharks. If we can believe what this film tells us, we are a dangerous species, and the East's craving for posh soups/cartilage tablets will surely endanger a premier predator that's been swimming around for 400 million years. Watch Sharkwater. You might be convinced by the arguments for the cause too. If not, it's still an educational trip, with a stark warning not to tamper with the natural order of Mother Nature. We're some scary hairless apes folks.
On another note:
Don Cherry is really starting to piss me off. Why does 'Coach's Corner' devote a full minute to pics of the moron back in the seventies, where he discusses the suits he had then? Aren't teams battling it out for the Cup right now? I mean really - go away, you crazy fuck - you did jack all apart from winning one coach of the year award while ya hod Orr!
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I've always felt that we should stay the fuck out of the water. Fair enough to travel over the top of it, or even underneath in enclosed capsules. It's also to all right to deep water dive to see and explore. But for us to fuck with the underwater eco-system in any way (i.e. genocides of species or ballasts polluting the shit of one sea in to another once across the globe) is natural disaster.
We humans really deserve to be a pathetically short-lived species on earth. I'm positive we'll be, by far, the shortest lived hominid species. I'm pretty sure there's still some Neanderthals around; they hang out on Powell, Cordova, and Hastings streets.
Sharks, snarks! But how can you be dissing Donnie boy.....if you haven't figured out that he's putting on nothing but a show you're missing the act.
sharks scare me. a lot.
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