These guys are like Werner Herzog and David Attenborough of the Terror.
Stanley is like: This land is cursed. The sea is in misery, Veal Cutlet Tomato is in misery, rats are in misery, they screech in agonising dread as we move towards the incomprehensible enormity of terror, isolation, starvation and certain death.
And Goodsir be like: Oh, look! A polar bear! You can see how joyfully it feasts upon the remains of some lovely young gentleman! This wonderful demon-bear is indeed a beautiful example of Arctic wildlife: it has the most exquisite method of dismembering its dinner. Oh! Very nice! Let’s take a closer look!
Great, now I’m cackling at the thought of Alistair Petrie delivering the final monologue in Grizzly Man.
I
discover no kinship, no understanding, no mercy. I see only the
overwhelming indifference of nature.
That little pocket crab just makes the pic!


















