I finally had an opportunity to view "The Grey" last night. I love Liam Neeson and wolves:) The film is quite unsettling. I see it as a metaphor for the futility of life in a world without god, where the vulnerable, sensitive, compassionate and physically challenged are torn apart and consumed (literally) by the cold, Darwinian forces around them (played by the wolves). This terrible landscape is without color: cold and unforgiving. One of the most moving scenes in the film is Neeson's anguished prayer shouted to a grey, unresponsive sky. The quiet following the plea is deafening.
"The Grey" is not about the grey wolves and their feeding habits. A surprising (well, perhaps not surprising given this literal time) number of reviewers viewed the work as a graphic, realistic exposition of man against nature represented by evil wolves. Give me a break. Historically and statistically there's no evidence of wolves being a threat to people. There were only two known wolf attacks in the past 100 years in the U.S. or Canada. There are many more fatal and non-fatal attacks on people by horses, cattle, deer, elk, moose, bears, cougars, coyotes and especially domestic dogs. One need worry more about the predator in the Benz behind you flashing his/her frightening LED lights.
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