I watched another documentary tonight: "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill".This is a pleasant enough documentary about this guy who feeds wild parrots in San Francisco. His interactions with the birds, and giving them names and personalities, reminds me of the guy who did the same with grizzly bears in Alaska. Parrots are not dangerous, unlike bears. The parrot guy did not lose his life like the grizzly guy.
No real drama in the film other than he is evicted from the place he lived for three years rent free (he refuses to get a job) because the place is being remodeled. Otherwise lots of images of him feeding the parrots.
Plot:
In San Francisco, there are at least two flocks of largely wild parrots who fly around the city. This film focuses on the flock of cherry-headed conures (and a lonely blue-headed one named Connor) who fly around the Telegraph Hill region of the city and their closest human companion, Mark Bittner. Through his own words, we learn of his life as a frustrated, homeless musician and how he came to live in the area where he decided to explore the nature around him. That lead him to discovering the parrot flock and the individual personalities of it. We are introduced to his colorful companions and the relationship they share as well as the realities of urban wild life.This movie contains the second person recently who reminded me greatly of my friend Jeff's wife, Carolyn. A woman in a deleted scene speaks just like Carolyn does.
The first person the past month who reminded me of Carolyn is Sarah, of the Dragon's Tail hike. For the longest time during the hike it nagged at me that Sarah reminded me of someone I knew, but I couldn't remember who. Then it hit me: Carolyn. Sarah's voice and manner of speaking and phrasing is just like Carolyn's. They could be sisters, but are not. They speak so much alike, it is uncanny.
Add in the character of Brenda in the TV series, Six Feet Under, and you can say Carolyn sounds like the average contemporary urban American woman.
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