Lemmings don’t run in herds, following their leaders off a cliff if so directed. Do you know how that myth got started? Disney filmmakers thought it would make good television, so they staged it for their 1958 documentary White Wilderness. Tossed the little buggers right off the cliff, they did. That’s cold.
I still haven’t recovered from the stupid “nature” movie I saw a couple years ago where with exaggerated sadness they reported a baby elephant lost from its mother, filmed it, and did nothing to help it.
Last “nature” film I’ll ever see.
This is a particular painful one for me, because I went ahead and named a character in my Erling books “Lemming,” on the basis of that legend, only to learn later that it was false. What can I do now? “What I have written, I have written.”
I actually saw a lemming once. Running across the road on a mountain in Norway. It was smaller than I had imagined.
The Running of the Lemmings could make a good B-grade horror movie.