Bigfoot's Sensory Perception

For example, if the animal does not have enough food, is it a kind of cruelty or not?"--Adisorn Noochdumrong, not quite the autocrat

Thailand seems to be a hot property, in this century, for an uneasy cultural fusion between permissiveness, hegemony, and corruption, almost as a guild-province rather than a country. It is where the youngest brother of The Legacy, Emil, gets imprisoned for a sour deal. It is the locale of choice for the clever travel detective author Timothy Hallinan, who skillfully juxtaposes innocence with a stark nihilism which makes Roman tempers picturesque, and it is almost part of the cast in Danny Boyle's flailing film with DiCaprio, The Beach.

DiCaprio also seems to be the gilded boy always under threat when he takes the side of the vulnerable. It is a motif he seems to consistently deploy in films like The Titanic, The Quick and the Dead, or playing Howard Hughes.

The narrative exasperation DiCaprio adopts strikes the right tone of skeptical disillusion with material accouterments and ennui, but Alex Garland should have sued Hodge over that screen play. Every major scene backfires like a faulty transmission in a Ford station wagon: the talking shark, the dead Daffy, the killing of the American jackasses toward the conclusion, in which Tilda Swinton engages in nearly the exact maneuver as she does in Michael Clayton: the dramatic collapse of the true believer exposed for crossing too many lines.

Though the adaptation here is less ridiculous than The Blue Lagoon of Brooke Shields' sexual peak, the killing of the last three Americans by the Thai pot farmer seems arbitrary. However, there is a touch of survival of the most ruthless going on here. Subsistence manufactures brutality out of its own necessity, and athleticism isn't always an advantage in subtropical climates. 

I came up with a fairly good idea for a pitch last week, (of 6/15/15) and fed it to OZY anyway (why I do these things I am not quite sure, I have been angry with the lies of the American left for a long time, which isn't to convey that conservatives don't deny reality when it suits them) and then dared to pitch it to Wapo, but it made me reflect upon the difficulty of gaining access, especially when it is all about pedigree, and I am trying to figure out how to cajole my quarry without being overly forceful. (Sigh) Freelancing without a contract is a bitch.