The Medicine Man – So Many Mosquitos, So Little Time

Alright, I finally sat down and watched The Medicine Man, you know, that flick from 1992 where Sean Connery stomps around the jungle like he owns the whole Amazon. Directed by John McTiernan – yes, the fella who made Die Hard (and I always mix him up with John McEnroe, but that’s probably just me being trött) – this movie’s like a weird mashup of National Geographic, James Bond leftovers, and those old nature documentaries we used to see on svenska two in the 80s.

Sean Connery, with that beard and his weird accent, is wandering ’round trying to cure cancer or at least find some miracle plant. And then Lorraine Bracco shows up – she’s more nervy than a first-time Eurovision finalist. Their chemistry? Ehh, sometimes a bit like vatten och olja, if I’m honest. But there are moments, weirdly, where I’m like… “I’d watch these two argue over surströmming.”

The jungle scenes – pretty stunning. Sweaty, green, with those echoing animal cries at dusk. Reminded me of that miserable Scout trip I did in Småland, where I got eaten alive by myggor. I remember scratching my arms and thinking if there really was a secret Swedish berry that cured bites, someone should bottle it and get rich. Anyway – the visuals felt legit, but then the story got kinda wild. Like, suddenly it’s about bulldozers and progress and environmental doom. Maybe McTiernan read a Greenpeace brochure and panicked?

But there’s something weirdly charming, I think, watching a serious old Scot run around with hair in a ponytail, ranting about ants. The soundtrack’s all over the place, but honestly, I started humming some jungle noises around the flat after.

If you’re into sweaty adventures, or you just miss hearing a grumpy Scot berate people, you might dig it. And who knows? Maybe we all have a little medicine man in us. Or at least wish we had his hair, right?

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