For some reason, out of nowhere, the title song of this film - and memories of the footage - recently came back to haunt me. (The reason may be pretty easy to explain: I just underwent surgery, and anesthesia has some funny ways of shaking things loose.) As so many did, I saw - probably projected - this film as a kid, on 16mm as it made the school rounds during the seventies. (I'd love to have a reasonably decent print in 16mm today, as I still own a couple of projectors and occasionally exorcize the 16mm demons.) The film (and memories thereof) was all the more haunting as the optical track was influenced by the legendarily awful wow & flutter and sub-par amplification and speaker system of the Bell & Howell Specialists it was most commonly run through.
Some four decades later I wonder if adult eyes might see sensationalism where twelve year old eyes were shocked, but you can't fake *all* that footage. A truly wonderful film albeit in a horrible way. Forgive me, but the "Schindler's List" of nature films.
Thanks to the good old IMDb for letting me get this out.
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