I imagined the Kumaon of Jim Corbett and tried to recreate his spirit; those curled up nights reading his man-eater tales and the spell that his storytelling cast on me. The stalking of man-eater alone, on foot and the deep respect for his adversary came with the chilling awareness that on such a mission, the line between the hunter and the hunted would always be in his disfavor. Only someone who has stepped into the silky darkness of an Indian jungle on a moonless night can place into context what those exploits meant.

This film is about our inadequacies when confronted by the forces of nature and our frightening ignorance as to the effects of its disruption.