KULO LUNA - the $Billion Dollar Whale by Jameson Hunter
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Blueplanet Universal set the wheels in motion for the production of a feature length motion picture. This began in 2012 with negotiations for the film rights to a series of books by Jameson Hunter (Ltd), many of which are partly written from a developed storyline. Then in 2013, we negotiated the rights to the all new SolarNavigator, patent robot ship, which is at this time a live research project by Bluebird Marine Systems (Ltd) in the fields of: robotics, autonomy and energy capture. You can read about that scientific adventure elsewhere on this and other websites. The design of the 40m vessel is a major asset to the production of John Storm films.
Through December 2012 to March of 2013 we costed a high quality film to be shot at various locations, and developed a marketing concept; the basis of a business plan for enacting in 2016, or as soon as practicable. The next stage of project development is to turn the manuscript that we now have into a script. With a first script in place, we hope to attract a director who will empathize with our objectives - and from there we might begin casting for a movie to be shot in either 35mm anamorphic film or as near as digital equivalent and 3D:
New film productions represent an excellent investment opportunity with generally speedy returns, tax breaks, and long term dividends. Film production is good for the economy. New film ideas are necessary to sustain the industry. Please see the budget details using the links below. Sample chapters from the book manuscript we hold are also given below by way of teasers as to how a script might be treated.
Kulo Luna $billion dollar whale
a pirate whaler kills a small humpback whale, her giant
friend sinks the pirate ship to avenge the death, but is
itself wounded. The pirate A
heartwarming action adventure: Pirate whalers V Conservationists,
with an environmental message and a $Billion dollars riding on the
winner. For release as an e-book in 201
When a pirate whaler kills a small humpback whale, her giant friend sinks the pirate ship to avenge the death, but is itself wounded. The piratefishermen put a price on the whale's head, but an adventurer in an advanced solar powered boat races to beat the pirates and save the wounded animal.
A heartwarming action adventure: Pirate whalers V Conservationists, with an environmental message and a $Billion dollars riding on the winner. For release as an e-book in 2016 with hopes for a film in 2018 with a provisional budget of £107m including risk share, TBA
KULO LUNA INTRODUCTION
John Storm is obsessed with the search for his ancestors; the divine spark that separated humans as a species from his primate cousins. He has amassed a voluminous collection of DNA samples from dozens of archaeological digs, mostly around Tanzania in Africa. He's also fond of wreck diving, especially on the galleons of old looking for treasure. One day he inherits a unique boat from an eccentric English uncle - his uncle's life's work - which will change the course of John's life forever.
The boat is solar powered, artificially intelligent and advanced robotically, sleek and deadly fast. Storm decides to enter it in a world navigation race, which he is winning, when Steve Green, a reporter friend, tells him that a humpback whale is in trouble 2000 miles west of Hawaii ........ and our adventure begins ......
twin-engine Shorts seaplane banked left,
executing a graceful well practiced arc taking
the craft parallel to an impressive sheer Arctic
ice face some two hundred and fifty feet high.
The pilot, Peter Shaw, motioned to his
passengers pointing toward a frosted blue ice
section the size of a small island, which had
detached itself from the main body of compacted
icecap, thousands of years old. They flew along
the ice shelf two hundred and fifty feet above
“It takes your breath away,” Shaw said to the nearest of his two passengers, a reporter named Steve Green.
“Yeah,” replied Steve after a long delay. He was transfixed on the scenery.
Then after another long delay, the pilot continued, “Few people are not impressed.”
Before them was a
panoramic expanse of white wilderness. Cold,
clean and magnificent, yet in danger of slowly
crumbling into the southern Arctic Ocean, its
fragility revealed by man’s unrelenting
transgressions against the delicate balance of
nature: Global Warming.
In his youth, Peter Shaw had spent three months as a volunteer manning a so-called ice-station. Now, thirty years later he ferried grateful scientists and reporters to and from various landmarks. He’d grown to love the crisp Arctic air. Some might say an acquired taste, others, inevitable, with a degree of envy. Until now the flight had lacked communication, but the pilot kicked into travel guide mode when he saw his beloved stomping ground.
“The name ‘Arctic’ comes from the Greek for bear; ‘Arktos’ after the great white polar bear.”
Steve nodded genuinely interested. “So the Arctic is the icy land with bears?” asked Steve.
“That’s right,” said Peter “the Antarctic in so named because it has no bears. From the Greek ‘Anti’ and ‘Arktos’ making Anti-Arktos, or Antarctic; the land without bears.”
“And now nobody knows where the name came from,” said Steve, “they just think of snow blizzards and sub zero temperatures when they hear ‘Arctic’.”
Peter and the passenger seated behind, Charley,
said “Uh,huh” in unison then looked at each
“Sure thing, boss”, whispered Charley,
suitably tinged with sarcasm, trying not to move
too much as large blocks of ice face obligingly
cascaded into the freezing Arctic waters. This
fast disappearing ice mass is home to seals and
polar bears, who have a starring role in the
unfolding tragedy that is man’s folly; for it
is man alone who holds the quill that writes
history with his unique ability to understand
and influence his environment.
forty-ish reporter carried his 5’ 10” medium
build well and liked his dark straight hair
neatly cut in a modern style and medium length.
He liked being middle aged, and was fortunate to
be young looking and energetic beyond his years.
He’s usually ready to travel anywhere in the
world at the drop of a hat to cover the latest
international incident. As some of his
contemporaries wouldn’t let him forget, he is the
Indiana Jones of reporting, an image reinforced
by his liking for a well worn dark brown leather
jacket, natural cotton chinos and denim shirt,
while in the field. This is because they are
practical clothes that he doesn’t have to fuss
over and they help him blend in.
young Steve Green graduated from Oxford
University with a degree in the arts. He took a
job with the well known London paper; the
Evening Standard. After a year learning his
craft, he moved upmarket to The Independent,
when the editor spotted an out of place article
by virtue of being rather better researched than
necessary, about a large raft of ice breaking
from the Arctic shelf. The block was bigger than
the United Kingdom, hence, was big news at the
time and he was head hunted, mainly because a
number of scientific periodicals, notably the
New Scientist, had reprinted the article
verbatim with permission.
that point on Green became listed with news
agencies around the world, thereafter
supplementing his journalism with video footage,
which he shot himself in those early days. He
became an expert in his field and thoroughly
devoted to interesting scientific breaking
stories. He liked being at the cutting edge, in
this case the melt ledge.
“Well Charley, that’s good enough for me. Mr Shaw, thanks. Would you take us back now?” Another long silence followed. The seaplane swung away from the ice face and up, climbing moderately. The engine noise changed to a deep roar as it strained, then quietened as the plane leveled out.
“Did you know it was here the iceberg detached, which sunk the Titanic.” Steve and Charley looked at each other, bewildered.
“No.” Said Charley.
“Yes, they put it down to unusual weather activity at the time – 1912 I think, Baffin Bay, the big ship sailed from Southampton.” The pilot introduced himself, “Peter’s the name.”
“It was April,” said Charley, who introduced herself, “I’m Charley. The night of the 14th and 15th, a bitterly cold evening in the North Atlantic.”
Peter turned round to look at Steve and Charley, he frowned. “How’d you know that missy?”
“Our family had a friend on board – a musician from Eastbourne,” Charley said in a low voice. “Never reached New York. 1,500 people drowned. They only found the wreck in 1985.”
looked surprised, Charley had never mentioned
“That’s okay.” They all laughed awkwardly, stopping quickly to check they had lifejackets.
continued “It wasn’t just the lifeboats, the
lookout had no binoculars and they’d used cast
iron rivets instead of steel rivets to join the
hull plates, so when the ship struck the
iceberg, the heads snapped off allowing the
plate seams to part easily. Apparently, the
radio operator was too busy sending passenger
messages to pass on a message about ice further
south than normal and had been rude to the
Carpathia’s radio operator, who then turned
off their radio. Carpathia was less than two
hours away at the time. For these reasons, the
Titanic was fated and the passengers, who got
off the ship, would have to wait four hours for
They flew east heading over Greenland to the North Sea and then back to England, a journey of at least 3 hours in a slow turboprop plane, climbing to 4,000 feet. After a while the changing scenery held little interest and all Steve and Charley could think about was getting their story edited in time for inclusion on the first available news slot. Steve was sitting with his laptop clacking away on the keys. Charley was viewing the footage and making notes as to prime clips, when the radio crackled into life. “Control calling Echo, Four, Two, Delta, come in, over.”
After his usual long delay, Peter replied, “Hello control, Echo, Four, Two, Delta here. What can we do for you. Over.”
“We were wondering if your passengers managed to secure footage of the ice face? Over.” Steve had stopped working and was leaning over in anticipation, so Peter handed him the mike.
“Steve here control. Yes, we’ve got the package and just working on the narrative and sorting clips. ETA 80 minutes, over.”
Steve handed back the mike and said to Peter, “Was that about right for time of arrival?”
have to do our best,” came back the pilot,
rather quicker than usual.
“What’s the story then?” asked Peter. "Do you know about the ODS?”
“The what?” said Steve, who's mind was now churning on the new story.
“The Orbiting Density Sensor,” said Charley. “I don’t know what that means, but I’ve heard of it.”
A smile cracked on Peter’s rugged features. “The ODS is a satellite which can measure the density of the earth’s surfaces. It’s a bloody useful little box of tricks if you’re a geologist prospecting for oil. But it’s also useful to the boffins trying to measure the rate of melt of the polar ice caps.”
“Now that is interesting, the story is the rapid melt….”
“Due to the albedo-feedback effect?”
said Steve. “In thirty years scientists
estimate we’ve lost forty thousand square
miles of Arctic ice.”
Peter jumped back in “In its frozen state Arctic ice will reflect up to ninety percent of sunlight; incoming solar radiation or insolation, to give it its technical name. But when melted the same area of seawater captures ninety percent of that energy. It’s that warming loop making Arctic temperatures rise at double the global rate.”
“We’re losing our natural insulation blanket,” Charley interjected.
“Quite right,” said Peter. Just look at the Northwest Passage. Before global warming only icebreakers and the occasional hardy explorer would dare to wrestle their way through the frozen passage, it’s now navigable for several months of the year.”
authorities were quick to claim the passage as
Internal waters and demand a fee similar to that
imposed at the Panama Canal as another lucrative
commercial path for merchant fleets.
“Well will you look at that.” Steve and Charley scanned the scenery. Peter was pointing ahead to a small patch of white in the sea. They all strained to see more. Peter took the Shorts down to a thousand feet in a steep approach then leveled out. As they got closer Charley realised it was a group of whales swimming together. She let out a motherly sigh.
“It’s some Atlantic humpbacks. Not so many of those as Pacific humpbacks.”
“Take us closer please,” said Charley excitedly as she fitted a more powerful zoom lens to her camera.
“Typical,” said Steve, “one tail fluke and you go to pieces. Still, they are suffering too as their krill is thinning out from acid oceans.”
said Charley, wanting to take in the moment.
Peter went lower still and Charley caught a full broach from a playful whale that was being chased by another.
“I got that full frame, she shouted triumphantly. I wish I knew what they were thinking.”
Steve and Peter tried to imagine Charley as a whale, which was difficult because she was so elegant.
“I’ve a mate who really loves these whales. He uses the SAA to listen to them singing. He claims you can track a family of whales from those old hydrophones.
said Steve. “I thought they’d scrapped that
cold war relic.” The SAA, or Suboceanic
Acoustic Array consisted of around fifty deep
sea hydrophones formerly used to track
submarines in the 60s and 70s. Then submarine
designers got smart and developed quiet
propellers, and submarine captains learned to
steer passages clear of the SAA grid. Steve and
Peter explained all this to Charley.
“What do you think about the illegal whaling?” Peter floated the question generally.
not fair,” said Charley. “Poor things
wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“They are rather stunning, symbolic of all that’s good in nature – evolutionary genius.”
All three sat silently for the remaining trip home, a warm feeling inside from seeing nature’s gentle giants in action, mixed with a feeling of guilt that it is humans who are destroying their habitat. It was not for them to be outspoken where politicians seemed to have missed the fact that continuous growth would eventually strip bare the earth leaving a barren planet as all the natural resources are consumed to feed an ever multiplying population. As reporters, it was their job to collect solid data and report that information accurately. That was their unspoken mission.
Blueplanet Universal Productions are open to approaches from artists who are looking to get involved in a project about which the subject matter lends itself to the graphic novel style, eventually looking to produce storyboards for the film production. A graphic novel could be a kickstarter project. The youtube videos below illustrate the need for a film that delivers a hard hitting environmental message in popularist style for greater absorption.
Scene 34: Role reversal, Kulo Luna guides the damaged Solarnavigator through stormy seas. Artwork, acrylic on paper.
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