Ultimately, the resulting warfare between a faction of our military, and the Einstein’s of our planet’s simian culture result in multiplied death and destruction on both sides of the battle line, and a multitude of monkeys are taken captive by the Colonel’s men, kept in pens, forced to work, and provided very little sustenance.
Thankfully, Caesar, the head honcho of the monkey clan, and a few of his vagabonds, manage to infiltrate the brigade headquarters, and set their captive brothers free. In the meantime, we learn that the Colonel has taken the life of the chief ape’s son; in retribution for the death of his own.
And not unlike my unit’s orders at the Metro Zoo, Caesar, the Monkey is afforded the opportunity to gun down the suddenly defenseless Colonel. And yet, having been provided the occasion, he relents and refuses to follow through with it. (Fittingly enough, however, the demented Colonel turns the gun on himself, and puts an end to his misery).
As things fall together, a great battle ensues, and the majority of the captive monkeys escape, whereas, the renegade Army brigade is massacred by its own; as helicopter gunships move in to bring an end to the death and destruction the rebels have inflicted on the simian population.
Sadly, as the movie concludes, Caesar is struck with an arrow, and is mortally injured, but manages to lead his little monkey band to a lovely land of meadows, and lakes and mountains where they go on to lead idyllic lives, and discover the kind of tranquility which has, ‘til now, alluded them.
Speaking of apes and idyllic places, I have often reflected on the fate of those ill-treated, disease-ridden research monkeys of the Metro Zoo, and whether they might have found their way to the safety of the Florida Everglades, and whether they are, even now, living out comfortable, unconflicted lives; (which is, by the way, a matter of some conjecture).
(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 66. By William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending.
If you wish to copy, save or share, please include the credit line, above
And not unlike my unit’s orders at the Metro Zoo, Caesar, the Monkey is afforded the opportunity to gun down the suddenly defenseless Colonel. And yet, having been provided the occasion, he relents and refuses to follow through with it. (Fittingly enough, however, the demented Colonel turns the gun on himself, and puts an end to his misery).
As things fall together, a great battle ensues, and the majority of the captive monkeys escape, whereas, the renegade Army brigade is massacred by its own; as helicopter gunships move in to bring an end to the death and destruction the rebels have inflicted on the simian population.
Sadly, as the movie concludes, Caesar is struck with an arrow, and is mortally injured, but manages to lead his little monkey band to a lovely land of meadows, and lakes and mountains where they go on to lead idyllic lives, and discover the kind of tranquility which has, ‘til now, alluded them.
Speaking of apes and idyllic places, I have often reflected on the fate of those ill-treated, disease-ridden research monkeys of the Metro Zoo, and whether they might have found their way to the safety of the Florida Everglades, and whether they are, even now, living out comfortable, unconflicted lives; (which is, by the way, a matter of some conjecture).
(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 66. By William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending.
If you wish to copy, save or share, please include the credit line, above
No comments:
Post a Comment