I've just finished watching the series of The Beach, featuring Warwick Thornton being left on an isolated beach (At Jilirr, The Dampier Peninsular, North West off Western Australia) to fend for himself. Obviously there is the caveat that someone had to film him, so he wasn't totally alone, but l will let that slide. It covers Warwick's philosophy and very impressive looking cooking, bathed with some magnificent views and landscapes. Hardly anything happens, but it's just the kind of beautifully filmed, slow paced kind of TV that l love. Wasn't too keen on some of the chicken incidents, but l might hunt down some drugs and watch it all over again.
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