I have done a Nessie length piece on the not so wee Bèiste and her kind, and I’d like to update that with the lens of some new (to me) films.
Loch Ness, Nessie, and The Sea Beast augmented the familiar tropes in children’s films about water dwelling monsters. In contrast to the several horror films, family films feature a lonesome misunderstood child who bonds with the beastie, and their single parent. Those seeking glory, money and capture, and who don’t care for nature, are villainous. The skeptics morph into believers through interaction with the child, the beast, and an attuned but outsider adult. New love, family, and openness ensue; thus encounter with the Beiste is transformative. As Loch Ness (1996) makes explicit, it is about believing in order to see. In young children’s TV show Jessie and Nessie, the urban dwelling child needs glasses to be able to perceive Nessie’s presence, who is available just outside her flat. Like with The Family Ness (note the Elspeth!), the beasties give the child a special device that helps connect them and call them up. All this can easily be adapted to faith.
Previously, I twisted with Nessie’s neck about what (never if) she is, and if she is a good creature. I realised that by spending time with horror, including nonfiction documentaries and books, that the language as well as images used easily lend themselves to steer the audience into seeing a diabolic denizen of the deep. I realised that I could choose how I looked and place it against the above children’s films and what I’m about to relate. I believe that whatever Nessie et al are, that by seeing fun and joy in them creates a light around them that diminishes any darkness which exists.
Nessie is a great topic to demonstrate documentary on. The best new example is something less than Lent-worthy, so I’ll review that at the bottom. The 2013 TV series Bogeymen – Monsters Among Us repeated information as much as its funky theme tune. Despite its title, ‘horror’,16+ rating, and scary screengrabs, the episodes I saw were fear free. It included various cryptological creatures from different countries, but I watched some lake monsters of North America and Europe. Although it tried to show different points of view and leave some mystery open, I felt that the filmmakers were with the skeptics as they gave them more screen time and often first and last words. These skeptics were always those with some kind of conventional kudos – academic, scientific training and a position. But the people who touched me in this series – mainly talking heads interposed with water shots – were not those. I noted that the aboriginal, spiritual point of view was largely excluded, except in Canada’s Okanagan, where First Nations have kind of copyrighted Ogopogo (whom they call N’ha-a-itk.) In Scandinavia, there is openness to the ancient and unknown, as their public watching station showed; in Austria, the Tadzelwurm is part of Klagenfurt’s town’s arms with a central statue (and misogynistic warning message, even for today’s young women), but how Britain dealt with its beasties was notable.
In Scotland – Loch Morar – locals were reluctant to speak of Morag, and a known professional skeptic dominated this episode. In NW England, Bownessie, despite only a few reported sightings starting from 2006, has a large, juvenile industry around her and yet locals were filmed as saying that none of them believed in her. (Then two locals reported seeing her in the next frame).
I observe that despite a continued Pagan tradition, and many other spiritual people, that Britain doesn’t have a First Nation equivalent; our Druids were apparently slaughtered by the Romans, and then the Normans tried to finish off any ‘heathen’ practices that the early waive of Christianisation hadn’t caught. I feel that this connects to the prevalent (but by no means entirely representative) depiction. These episodes felt the most disbelieving and least respectful and open to otherness.
In Argentina, that openness was apparent, although attempts to squash came via fake news of captured a plesiosaur who became a carnival feature. But a senior resident who had seen her town set up by Lake Nahuel Huapi in Patagonia was the most attuned and the one who had three long full body sightings. There was no fear in Carolina, but a joyful privileged memory in a clearly gentle, spiritual woman. I could understand why Nahuelito had chosen to appear to her.
The Sea Beast seemed set to be an animated, toned down version of those creature features like The Loch Ness Terror and Loch Ness Horror: catch and kill the terrible murderous creature. I became engaged when I realised that the story was going away from the glory of the royally discharged monster hunters to say something else about the awesome beasts, and the royals themselves. Carefully set in a timeless historic setting, with amazing architecture like none in existence, I saw a clear parallel to war. The ‘expendable’ lower classes were sent out to fight under the impetus of honour carried through families, which meant many lost lives. But the hero, son of an illustrious captain, realises that the fearsome creature can be a friend and that the enmity is of human making. Worse, that the source of this enmity – a record of the monsters’ terrible deeds – was untrue. This myth was put about by the king and queen, who are publicly exposed by a child; the hero breaks his harpoon in front of Red Bluster the beast, his new honorary daughter, and the whole kingdom. In a scene redolent of Evan Almighty where the Ark crashes into central Washington DC, Red smashes into the forecourt of the palace and he and his kind are hitherto left in peace.
I felt that this summer of 2022 Netflix release hinted at the end of an era, end of war, end of hatred based on deliberately pedalled untruth (who do the beasts represent?), and questioning of long running leaderships.
I’m wondering why and how this creature and their many international cousins, fresh and seawater, keep being reinvented. Despite more loch-down supposed factual films that she’s disproven, and another documentary feature last year, the Bèistes* rise up again to unite families, welcome outsiders, protect nature, question power and truth sources, and most of all: believe.
The parallel between faith in God and the attempt to posit scientists as minigods is clear, and it’s something I’ll take up again, perhaps as a full creative project.
*I’m aware that bèiste is Scottish Gaelic and that its real plural is Bèistean
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Less than Lently: my thoughts on Loch Ness: They Created a Monster and The Man Who Captured Nessie
These two documentaries, like the synoptic gospels, clearly share sources since there were large overlaps of material. The message was – with a tiny semblance at balance – that long time monster hunter and photographer Frank Searle was bad – in fact, his epitaph was rather like that of Byron.
If ever one needed a lesson in how documentaries mislead, are biased, and potentially make things up and invite libel, this pair is recommended. I wondered who sponsored them.
Although there’s a little vintage footage of Frank, who lived by the loch from 1969-c1984, he doesn’t get to speak: the person who seems to be him is an actor, it’s revealed (much in the same tone as My Old School, another attacking Scots documentary). I’ve been interested in Loch Ness for some years but I don’t recall Frank’s name, yet these documentaries suggest he is infamous. I did recall someone part of the establishment who had been part of ‘exposing’ him after Frank’s own exposures seemed to garner him better luck and fame than they, and independently of them.
I make clear that I’ve no personal connection with either party, and nor am I necessarily championing Frank Searle; but I am saying that the very angled axe to grind was very obvious and that it made me more likely to take the opposite view.
My dislike and judgement was reserved for those who stood to camera and said, “I am happy to call this man a liar”, a charlatan…and that he was a “disturbed individual” who shouldn’t have come to Loch Ness, and other insults which could easily echo back. They publicly accused him of a serious crime, for which there was only a hunch of suspicion, not evidence. Might the graffiti, which would be hard for him to have done with his lost foot, actually contain a truthful message?
It occurs to me that the Molotov cocktail incident – if it really happened – could have been a staged attack by their own to remove and discredit this clear rival, especially if he was on the cusp of exposing them. (Frank claimed this). The documentary said that the police were called – very early in the morning – to his lone caravan, but not that he wasn’t charged, as clearly they were unable to. The accusations were poor: the kind of boat was wrong, the bomb was in a plastic bottle which wouldn’t work; and Frank with long military experience would be able to do far better. His accuser was not a firsthand witness; unlike his watchers, he wasn’t camping but sleeping indoors elsewhere. (Searle states that these workers were paying to camp, and were lured on false advertising.)
These detractors used legal force and their influence with Frank’s publishers to withdraw his books. One teacher (who weirdly just took his class to the loch on a road trip) claimed plagiarism (from a school newsletter!) but the book isn’t available for anyone to verify this. The third book was stopped by an opposing Nessie watch leader, without having seen it, assuming it was about him.
This prevalent preacher of skeptical science, who states Frank’s approach was not suitably scientific to be allowed to go on, began as an ‘amateur naturalist’ who has not achieved academic titles.
The hoaxes were asserted rather than proven: it is possible to have doctored his Nessie pictures to make them more like the objects they claimed; the campaign from 1975 seems systematic. Frank’s books were halted partly due to potential libel, but those that destroyed his reputation were not.
It may be that Frank was able to attain better photographs because he worked alone and without technology other than his camera; perhaps groups and flashes and sonar put Nessie off.
I read his newsletters and heard his hour long tape; I didn’t see in them that which he was accused, although he does clearly speak against the rival crew, what he knew of them and what he was going to let out…just before the petrol bomb, and then a death threat note in his donations box.
Most worrying – and a show of just how much documentaries can manipulate – is the more recent film’s claim that Frank had disappeared in the mid 80s, never heard of again, presumed dead… maybe even in the loch. There was an implication of suicide or that his precious monster got him.
They gleefully reported that Frank had said Loch Ness doesn’t give up its dead. They showed his posters and caravan resting at the bottom of it in invented footage (one can’t see in the peaty waters), saying that now a monster really does reside in the loch. Such a statement was repeated by the perky Scots tour guide to an apparently rapt coach.
Even if Frank had done all he was accused of, I didn’t see that he was a monster. (The petrol bomb is horrible but I question if he did it – and why; no-one and nothing was hurt).
I wondered if this wasn’t evidence that they had attacked him and sent him to those depths. I took the film as a j’accuse with fingers pointing at themselves. Was the title actually about them?
A confession is enough to convict.
But the earlier documentary claimed to have traced Frank, just after he died, in Lancashire. His life had been ‘quiet’ and although apparently alone (we never are really) he had not done anything that could be critiqued, as far as the filmmaker could show. Yet reports such as highly biased Wikipedia and disreputable newspapers had tried to make out that his aloneness made him odd, and several attempts at swiping at Frank’s mental state had been attempted, including on user forums. That is as suspicious as it is wrong.
What could have happened to an ebullient man who welcomed people to his caravan and enjoyed limelight, to make him live so quietly? That is also another potential charge to answer.
Also, why had They Created A Monster (clearly suggesting Frank in the ogral role) ended with him being mysteriously disappeared, when the earlier documentary claimed that it knew 18 years previously that he’d died in quite an ordinary way, far from the loch? And that the source of that – quite dubious and intrusive research – clearly informed much of their own material?
Why has that 2005 filmmaker got to write Frank’s public obituary and influence other articles (whilst self advertising for his Channel 4 work)?
Why has Paul Harrison’s interview with Frank which asserted that he was threatened, beaten and his caravan pushed in the loch never been published? Is it not suspicious that around the time that book was due out, author Paul was also ‘exposed’ and went quiet?
I found Frank’s own words, and the images – added on to the audio – ended with a different gravestone, death date and lifestory.
The assertion that Frank disappeared after the petrol bomb incident is untrue: it occured apparently on 21st August 1983, but he sent out newletters in Sept and Dec that year, citing sightings at Loch Ness. He was able to be contacted by witnesses and to send these out – or I’d not have seen them.
He’d said in June that year that he may run his Loch Ness project down and in Dec says he is leaving, and not because of the events he describes, to take up landbased treasure hunting.
Along with the unwatchable grainy footage, this was an angering experience for me and one I’m glad I didn’t rent or go to the cinema for.
It has set off a deeper enquiry, but I couldn’t help but see a parallel with the end of the Sea Beast and this beastly tale.
It also reminded me of Wicked Little Letters