AGG: WRATH OF THE MAMMOTH

AGG: WRATH OF THE MAMMOTH

An original film concept

GENRE

Sci-Fi/Action/Comedy - Mythological

Crocodile Dundee meets Conan the Barbarian

PREMISE

Before history. Before civilization. Before mankind rose to become the dominant species of planet Earth—there was war.

For 10,000 years, across frozen tundra and sheets of icy darkness, Neanderthal clans fought a desperate, losing battle against an enemy that sought an end to the Homo bloodline: the Woolly Mammoth.

Beyond beast. Beyond terror. The Woolly Mammoth was malevolence made fur and flesh and tusk.

Above all else, the Mammoth hordes believed that the Homo lineage would one day bring about the destruction and ruin of the world. They resolved to destroy all humans, for all history.

The Neanderthals' duty was clear: end the Mammoths before they ended us.

After tremendous sacrifice and generations of battle, the ferocity of one legendary Neanderthal warrior, Agg, Last Defender of the First People, finally brought an end to the great evil of the Woolly Mammoth species. Driven from the world and hunted to extinction, their danger to humanity ended for good.

Or so it was believed.

Agg died a hero. His legend became myth. His myth was forgotten. And so was the great war he ended.

STORY

Early in the 21st century, a team of geneticists successfully clones the first Woolly Mammoth embryo in thousands of years. 

The accomplishment is met with celebration throughout the scientific community. Dr. Adam Chambers, brilliant, idealistic and confident in his place in the modern world, believes that he and his team have achieved the greatest triumph in human history.

He was wrong.

Within hours of the young Woolly Mammoth being born of an African elephant, the creature is profoundly unsettling to all who behold it. It does not behave at all like a modern pachyderm. All the elephants in the enclosure around it die, inexplicably. The technology used to house the creature within its cell fails. The air near the enclosure hums with prehistoric foreboding. There is an eerie disquiet looming over the entire compound. A tense feeling of malice steadily grows. 

Chambers' team could never have imagined what their miracle of modern science would rekindle. In their blindness, Chambers has revived an ancient evil that mankind is no longer capable of resisting.

To the shock and dismay of everyone, the young Mammoth calf reveals powerful telekinetic abilities that tear open its enclosure and violently dismember everyone who stands in its way. Conventional weapons do nothing to stop it.

What does it want? Chambers can sense it, through telepathy with the terrifying beast, before it departs from the destroyed facility: 

The death of all mankind.

Desperate and out of options, Chambers has only one choice left. 

Only one thing has been proven to destroy Woolly Mammoths in history: The Neanderthal.

Chambers takes the next leap in his scientific ambitions and clones the final remains of an astoundingly well-preserved Neanderthal specimen. A man given a holy burial by his tribe, mummified in pungent resin, wrapped in fine linen, preserved beneath sheets of ice, rock and soil. The man was revered in life. The ancients could not have known how crucial their embalming ceremony would be to future generations, securing mankind the chance for one final battle. 

Slowly, Agg awakens.

The ancient warrior returns to life, immediately sensing the evil that has been reforged in the world. He has faced it before. Agg is in disbelief that man, in his hubris and ignorance, unleashed the evil Mammoths once again—despite all the struggle and heartache that his people sacrificed to save the world and secure their future. 

Agg now faces that future he once dreamed off, first hand, thousands of years after his death. 

Mankind has not evolved how he envisioned.

Though the modern world baffles him, Agg knows one thing for certain: the Mammoth cannot be left unchecked. He resolves himself, in a forgotten language, to defeat his rival once again—this time, with the only guide he has to this strange and foreign modern landscape: Dr. Adam Chambers.

THE HEART OF THE FILM

What follows is equal parts mythological epic, science-fiction survival thriller and unlikely buddy-comedy. 

Agg—seven feet of prehistoric muscle and might, possesses a warrior's ethos and zero patience or understanding of the modern world. He is thrust chaotically into a civilization he finds confusing, offensive and heartbreaking.

Chambers—a brilliant mind but weakened by the conveniences of modern life, finds Agg's methods and values contrary to his metropolitan sensibilities. And yet, he must help Agg navigate today's America to destroy the very creature he has spent his life, and professional career, creating.

Agg and Chambers hunt down the Mammoth, who wreaks telepathic havoc wherever it goes, carrying out extinction-level designs as it grows it power and ability. It will not stop until it has ended all human life on Earth, so that it may then begin a new world with Wolly Mammoths as masters. 

Pitted against each other once again, eons after their penultimate climactic battle in a world far removed from this one, Agg and the Mammoth's ancient battle left an indelible mark on them both. The two sworn enemies share a deep, unspoken connection. They inhabit the same dreams, the same visions, and inexplicably bond over a shared horror that they both see in the world around them.

The Mammoth shows Agg the world before cities. Before pollution. Before the slow erasure of everything the Neanderthal people once believed and fought to preserve. The Woolly Mammoth then shows Agg the horrors of what the world has become. He shows Agg who these Homo sapiens truly are. 

The Woolly Mammoth asks Agg one question that Agg cannot answer:

"Was the lineage you died to protect worth saving?"

Agg struggles with these questions, and with his unlikely guide Chambers, as they navigate the modern world full of screens and noise and institutional failure, to say nothing of the blackened heart of mankind. The deeper into their quest to stop the Woolly Mammoth they get, the more Agg is tempted to let humanity answer for its own sins. 

Were the Mammoths right, all along? 

It is only in Chambers himself—his curiosity, his courage, and his stubborn, irrational hope that Agg sees the hope that he too once felt for the future of his kind, and for the future of the Homo kingdom that might still come, someday.

As Agg reaches toward hope for the future of humanity, Chambers too must rediscover his ancient roots: that knowledge alone cannot preserve civilization. Courage, sacrifice and honor bind generation to generation.

The ancient warrior, and the scientist of modernity must save the world. But first, they will have to work together.

WHY AGG

Agg: Wrath of the Mammoth operates in a familiar register of high-adventure mythological action similar to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) or The Mummy (1999). Visceral, funny and epic, Agg nonetheless strikes at contemporary anxieties such as the hubris of unchecked science, the weight of existential catastrophe, and the uncomfortable question of whether modernity represents the best of what humanity can be, or a long and slow betrayal of it. Agg's story explores the quest for hope in a dark and dreary world. 

This is Conan the Barbarian by way of Jurassic Park, with the philosophical undertow of Frankenstein and the comic soul of 48 Hrs. 

Above all, Agg: Wrath of the Mammoth, is the story of two men separated by tens of thousands of years who discover that the will to protect the future is the most ancient human impulse of all.

"Agg not ask to come back. But Agg only one who finish what man start. Agg kill Mammoth once. Agg kill Mammoth... twice."

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