This handsome pooch just cost a major motion picture studio ten million dollars, and I’m referring to the creature with the fur. Let’s just say a certain person was slated to make a sea faring epic in the antipodes, Australia, to be precise, and due to quarantine laws their furry companion would have to spend its days and nights in lockdown.
Tax incentives and volumes of water in its natural state (not a tank) would have brought the movie’s budget into doable range.
However, citing an unusual degree of kinship to his animal, “he’s like my child”, the actor balked, the location was scrubbed, dollars were spent, and the epic was made stateside on the back lot. The flip side of this intransigence was that for once the industry stayed home, hundreds of people were employed, and for my money this particular actor was dumb like a fox. Hooray for Hollywood!
When the director heard of this development he gleefully exclaimed, “(insert likely name here because I can’t divulge) will never say action in Queensland!” Forgive me, my friends on the other side of the world, but how to best describe Queensland — maybe — all beach no town? The land that shoes forgot? It’s no Sydney?