My annual viewing of a movie that belays superficiality: Brotherhood of the Wolf. A French production of much depth. We fear the wolf because it reveals our deep inner selves. So we ascribe our demons onto this animal and hunt it to exorcise ourselves.
"I set upon you a beast that will consume our livestock and reduce our lands to deserts." Now, what book did that come from?
In addition, I once knew a young French-Canadian man very much like Grégoire, the Royal naturalist in the movie. He was also part Cree, and so, also like Mani, like the Mohawk that Grégoire called, "Brother."
That was a long, very long time ago. Some people you never forget. Even after 38 years.