The whole point of the film was survival -

and it was apparently written by a bunch of southern California millennials who have never left their air conditioned apartments.

The real guy got mauled in the summer (makes sense, that's when the sows (mama bears) are with their cubs). He crawled/limped/walked back to civilization in late summer, when he wouldn't die of exposure. Legend has it the original guy was abandoned under a berry bush, so he could have a last meal. And best of all, he didn't chase down the guys that left him because of some bullcrap fake 21st century PC reason, but because the low down scum stole his rifle.

In this movie, despite the sub-freezing temperature, and lack of shelter, EVERYONE cheerfully jumps in ice cold water - wearing leather. Go put a quality leather glove on, stick your hand in a bowl of ice water for thirty minutes and then pull up a chair by the fridge (or better yet, the freezer) and stick your hand inside. Tell me how long that one layer of leather takes to dry, when you have a warm core, in a protected environment, and a full belly. And getting naked to crawl into a dead horse? Uh - you do realize the heat goes away with the life? Now he's wet with a colloidal substance (blood) that takes longer to evaporate than pure water and will make him, in the long run, colder. Heck, when Han stuck Luke in the Tauntaun the writer had the sense to finish the line with "it'll keep you warm until I get the shelter built." They made the animators working on Frozen wear skirts and walk in the snow. They should have made the screenwriters get wet in cotton and leather, then sit in the King's ice rink for twelve hours. The only thing that kept me even vaguely awake for most of the movie was counting the number of times he would have died of exposure, with no intake of calories and sopping wet clothes in an environment below freezing.


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