Fuck you Walt Disney.
Okay, so I KNEW that it'd be a HUGE risk for me to watch "earth." Jukebox even asked me several times before it started if I really wanted to watch this. We agreed to turn it off if I couldn't handle it.
I understand what is happening in the world around me. Animals die and are hunted and eaten. If I so much as think of the soul of that animal that I see, hear about or am eating I am completely devastated.
"Earth" started off fun and grim stating one of the two baby polar bears most likely wouldn't survive. Crushed. I held it off. Am glad they didn't show the bears eating the seals in the first three minutes of the movie.
Baby caribou were traveling with thousands and being hunted by white wolves. Suddenly we're watching one baby who got separated try to out run the wolf. It goes on for ever, I want the wolf to eat, but I don't want to see it. I want to see the baby live. I shield my face from the screen and make humming noises so I don't hear sad and grotesque death calls. Jukebox most likely lied to me but it's for the best. Crushed, thinking I know what happened. I hold off the tears and the movie entertains me with pretty birds I've never seen before, doing crazy mating dances.
BABY ELEPHANTS OH MY GOD I LOVE ELEPHANTS I HAVE LOVED THEM SINCE I WAS A CHILD. The story is grim. Dust storms, hundreds of miles to travel to find a possible water source. A mother and baby get separated, but mom still knows where to head, but baby is fading fast, blinded by the dust in his eyes. I tell Jukebox what I know about elephants and try to stifle the crushing feeling knowing it's quite possible this baby won't make it and the momma won't leave him behind...
Then it cuts to another "youngster" as James Earl Jones' voice tells us... "who has gotten separated from the herd."
"He tries to catch up, by following his mother's footsteps."
The camera pans out to see miles and miles of hot, dusty NOTHING.
"Only he's going the wrong direction."
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU WALT DISNEY
THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO TELL A STORY AND NOT TO SHOW ME THIS BABY ELEPHANT WHO OBVIOUSLY IS GOING TO DIE A LONELY, SCARED AND HORRIFYING DEATH IN THE DESERT ALL ALONE ALL ALONE ALL ALONE.
There is no emoticon to show my utter devastation. We had to shut down the movie. I cried and cried and cried. Again later, and again. And again on my drive home. I left the DVD behind so Jukebox could return it for me. And I cried again. And I'm crying right now.
I can't handle it. Don't show me or tell me about the baby who is trying desperately to find his momma and his family and he's doing the best his little baby brain and undeveloped senses can ~ he's following her footsteps.
THE WRONG WAY.
DEV
A
STATED.


