Quicksand Fans

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJYJmYQ0AGw

Like it says in the title!

First the Woman in Black, now this

Looks like the movie is called Jungle. It doesn't look half bad. The takeaway though are the slurping sounds. Pretty damn good.

spunkee311 wrote:Looks like the movie is called Jungle. It doesn't look half bad. The takeaway though are the slurping sounds. Pretty damn good.

The texture is also quite nice.

A20 wrote:First the Woman in Black, now this

Yea, he's running a pretty high percentage there. Hehe

spunkee311 wrote:Looks like the movie is called Jungle. It doesn't look half bad. The takeaway though are the slurping sounds. Pretty damn good.

Seriously. There are a *lot* of people that really enjoy those sounds. The assorted community producers have played with some foley work before but there's a lot of room for some improvement there. Also, that scene looks like it'll be great.

When it said 'based on a true story' I did a lil hunting, and it is based on a book by the guy who went thru it, Yossi Ghinsberg (writing from memory so hope I spelt it right! ) and it was also the subject of a Discovery documentary which is on YouTube.

Somewhere, i think it said he sank in a bog twice... wonder if they stick to the book, if they'll show both instances? The trailer looked like two diff bogs but mebbe the second was more churned up?

Someone in another sinking group posted the bits from the book this is based on, so I thought I'd share it here:

Toward evening I came to an area where a puddle of water floated on the mud. I walked on, oblivious, and before I had a chance to comprehend what was happening, the earth swallowed me up. I sank swiftly. Shocked and in a panic. I found myself up to my waist in bog. I went into a frenzy, like a trapped animal, screaming, trying to get out, but the mud was thick and sticky, and I couldn't move. My walking stick cut through it like a hot knife through butter and was of no help at all. I reached out to some reeds and bushes, stretching my body and arms in their direction. I tried pulling myself out by them, but they came loose in my hands. I continued sinking slowly.

I came out of my convulsive throes and calmed down. I tried to act rationally. I stuck my hands down deep into the mud, wrapped them around one knee and tried to force one leg up out of the mud. I pulled with all my might, but to no avail. It was as if I had been set in concrete. I couldn't budge. I wanted to cry again but felt only a thick lump in my throat.

So this is it, death. I end my life in this bog.

I was resigned. I knew that I didn't have the strength to get myself out, and no power in the world would reach down and pluck me out of the swamp.

It would be a slow, horrible death. The mud was already up to my belly button. The pack rested on the mud, and I was relieved of its weight. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. I would commit suicide. I took the pack from my shoulders and rummaged through it hurriedly until I found the first-aid kit. There were about twenty amphetamines and perhaps thirty other, unidentified pills. That was it. I would take all of them. I was sure they would kill me or at least make everything good and hazy before I drowned. First I opened the tin of speed. I held a few of them in the palm of my hand.

You're being selfish, Yossi, really egotistical. It's easy enough for you to die, just swallow the pills, and you're off to paradise. But what about your parents? Your mother: what will this do to her?

You can't die like this. Not after all you've already been through. It wouldn't be so bad it you had died on the first day in a sudden accident. But now, after all this suffering? It isn't fair to just give up now.

I put the pills back in the tin. I strained forward, leaning my torso out across the mud and moved my arms forward as if I were swimming. I moved my arms back and forth, pulling and wriggling in the mud. I kicked my legs in fluttering movements. I fought with every ounce of strength. Fought for my life.

It took about half an hour, maybe more. As soon as I got my legs free of the mud, I crept forward without sinking. I left neither the pack not the walking stick behind. After I'd advanced another six feet, I was out of the quagmire.

My entire body was caked with a thick layer of black, sticky mud. I cleared it out of my nostrils, wiped my eyes, and spat it out of my mouth.
To live. I want to live. I'll suffer any torment, but I'll go on. I'll make it to Jaguar Beach, no matter what.

Wow, that's a great description there! Thanks for that.

I wonder if the movie will have the same thing happen - him contemplating suicide by pills etc.

Excellent find! Thanks, Tanya!

Took some grabs.