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...more. The budget has gone to securing high profile talent and the gorgeous special effects, but amid all the self congratulations going on at Disney, someone forgot that a movie must be founded on a script. It has been said that an infinite number of monkeys typing on an infinite number of typewriters for an infinite amount of time will eventually write all the works of William Shakespeare. With _M2M_? One monkey, one hour. What the writing team deems a script to be a half-baked plot idea garnished with stock macho statements and head-slapping obvious observations...
...problem is perspective. Spend three months as a Harvard student and you've got less real-world perspective than Michael Jackson Jr. (or, as he is affectionately known around the Jackson house, "Not the Monkey"). Of course, your cocky perspective from high school wasn't right either. Only Harvard students keep the same career goal, "quarterback/poet/sorcerer/King of Illinois" from first through twelfth grade. But it changed for the worse during your first year in Cambridge...
Besides his monkey business, Van Roosmalen specializes in medicinal plants (he even apprenticed to a shaman of the Kamayura tribe) and in rain-forest conservation. He knew he wanted to do fieldwork when he studied primates in Holland. There Van Roosmalen clashed with his university professors over the value of observing lab monkeys. "It was like putting a child in a cage and drawing conclusions about all Homo sapiens," he huffs...
Three years ago, an Indian from the Amazonian backwaters arrived at the house in Manaus, Brazil, of biologist Marc van Roosmalen holding a tin can with a little monkey shivering inside. "'Oh, no. Not another one,' I thought," recalls the Dutchman. He didn't need another monkey. Already he and his wife Betty, an artist, were caring for 50 orphaned monkeys, who swung in and out of mischief in the garden. Gingerly, Van Roosmalen poked a finger at the small ball of copper-colored fur. It squeaked fearfully...
...ethereal presence with his long, silvery-blond hair. He ghosts through the foliage, hardly stirring a leaf. There's the sudden drum of raindrops shaken off a tree high in the canopy, and Van Roosmalen trains his binoculars upward. A branch bounces, and out pops a Titi monkey with black, globed eyes and a pewter-colored beard. "It's a new species we just identified recently," he says excitedly...