Don’t you know that before plans were even finalized as to how those 33 Chilean miners were to be rescued, the cinema cogwheels were already turning. Is this–if all goes well–at the very least a made-for-TV movie or what?
Imagine the emotional gamuts below as well as above the gold and copper mine for the last two months. Families maintaining a vigil at “Camp Hope” 2,000 feet above their loved ones. Trapped miners who morph from confronting entombment to receiving laundry service, television, hot meals and even desserts a half-mile underground. And, by the way, not all have traditional wife-and-kids back stories. Finally, the order of recovery. Those deemed the fittest go first. Last out will be the shift chief.
Then there’s Chilean nationalism that has rallied around its government’s high-profile, all-out effort at rescue. Plus media coverage that tried to differentiate between a suspenseful rescue operation and a gratuitous reality TV show. The reunions. The sudden fame and celebrity. Why there’s even an American hero, Colorado contractor and drilling expert Jeff Hart. You think Matt Damon hasn’t already been promised a script?