Eight Below

‘Eight Below’ is a movie I saw yesterday on Zee Studio. I’m writing a small review of this beautiful and very touching movie, made in 2006 by Frank Marshall with Paul Walker and Bruce Greenwood playing the lead roles.

Paul, a sledge dog trainer and Bruce, scientist  go on an expedition in Antarctica. They are rescued by a team of Paul’s 8 dogs through the challenging conditions. However when a blizzard strikes, they are forced to temporarily abandon their post and leave the dogs behind. They decide to come back and rescue the dogs later. However the mission gets abandoned midway and the team can not come back. The rest of the movie switches back and forth between the agony and helplessness of Paul for not being able to go back and rescue his dogs and the survival battle of the canines for 172 days against the most challenging climatic conditions in the Antarctic winter.

The movie has a great emotional quotient. It shows Paul Walker on one end, battling loneliness and hopelessly trying to gather funds so that he can go back to Antarctica to rescue his dogs. And the dogs themselves, struggling to find food in the extreme weather conditions. Yet staying together to help each other survive. Some of the moments are very touching, especially when one of them is lost behind, one more dies due to an accident and the one when they all battle a large seal for food. The last few scenes are especially very touching. When one more dog gets injured, when they catch birds and feed the injured one, when they meet their master. They had me in tears.

All you animal lovers, you must watch this one. It is a very very touching movie. My hands are still trembling while I’m writing this post. It made me remember my own dog Mickey’s survival when he was hit by a motor cycle.

I love you Mickey… and I still miss you.

Thanks for Being There

I remember the days we spent together, running round the bushes, chasing the goats, interrupting cricket matches on the grounds… it was fun. You were so alien to me the first time we met. I wanted a new friend and you were not in a mood. I know you had come to us leaving your home. But we shared the home didn’t we?

And do you remember the baths we took together? Oh you so much hated water. But you loved the fire crackers didn’t you? Unlike others? The best thing about you was the way you looked and walked. Whoa… that was one hand some gentleman walking around the aisle. Many of the damsels had fallen flat at you feet. I wish I could look like you. And I always said that to you when we cuddled together on the grass in the garden. Remember the high jumping contest? And the reward of cream biscuits? Hmmm… good old days is it not?

I wish I could kill the biker who knocked you off. I wish I could have been by your side when this happened. And I wish I had the courage to survive  the ordeal of that intensity. You know what? I draw my strength from you. Whenever I need inspiration, I take it from you. I wish I could make you read this. I wish I could tell you what I feel about you, now that you are no longer with us.

Thank for being there.

My dog Mickey passed away this morning………………………………………….