Gamera: Rebirth

Title: Gamera: Rebirth
Year: 2023
Japoński Dubbing: Hisako Kanemoto, Aki Toyosaki, Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, Subaru Kimura, Kazuya Nakai, Mamoru Miyano, Saori Hayami, Marie Ōi, Wataru Hatano
English dubbing: Ryan Bartley, Abby Trott, Robbie Daymond, Sean Chiplock, Patrick Seitz, Kaiji Tang, Suzie Yeung, Karen Strassman, Todd Haberkorn
Genre: Animation, Action, Adventure, Fantasy, SF
Country: Japan
Viewing method: Whole series

Why in Database: A six-episode anime about Gamera – of course, it is full of this huge turtle, he plays a very important role in each episode

Author: XYuriTT

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

Title: Star Wars Jedi: Survivor
Year: 2023
Producer: Respawn Entertainment
Publisher: Electronic Arts
Platforms: PS5, Windows, Xbox Series X/S
Genre: Action adventure game
b>Note based on: PS5

Why in Database: In this game, while on the planet Koboh, we can meet a huge animal called Trontoshell – which has a very characteristic, turtle-like shell.

Source: Slavek_8, Developed: XYuriTT


Title: Futu.Re
Original title: Будущее
Author(s): Dmitry Glukhovsky
Translation: Andrew Bromfield (ENG)
Release year: 2013 (RU), 2015 (ENG)
Publisher: Литрес (RU), CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (ENG)

Why in Database: A book with a few turtle fragments. The first one refers to the concept of World Turtle:

Pills are all the trend. Choose any kind you fancy. Pills for happiness, serenity, meaning… This Earth of ours stands on three Elephants, standing on the shell of an immense tortoise, standing on the back of a humungous great whale, and they’re all standing on pills.

The next two mentions are typical turtle statements:

I lean down over him, he’s not breathing any longer. I clutch his wrist, hoping to hook up some little vein pulsing in the cold flesh under that tortoise skin. I lash him on the cheeks – but no, he’s dead, turning blue. What do I do about this? He wasn’t supposed to die!

You just crawl along!” she shouts at me, panting. “You’re a tortoise. Come on, tortoise, enter the coordinates! Which tube do we need?”

The last two fragments are about an inflatable swimming turtle:

I emerge on the opposite side of the globe, somewhere in the antipodes, in Australia. A hostel with wood-plank walls on the shore of the ocean; abandoned surfboards with peeling paint lying on a beach that runs off beyond the horizon; a large inflatable turtle nuzzling at the wet sand in the feeble artificial surf. Not far from the shoreline a shark’s fin has got jammed in the green water, sticking up as if it’s rooted to the spot.

Beatrice’s hazy glance from the upstairs window. The furiously circling sun.
The inflatable turtle and the abbreviated ocean. The laboratory. It’s all gone. Olaf with the holes in his stomach. He didn’t have anything to lose.

Source: Jacek112, Developed: XYuriTT

Strange World

Title: Strange World
Year: 2022
Director: Don Hall, Qui Nguyen
English dubbing: Jake Gyllenhaal, Jaboukie Young-White, Gabrielle Union, Dennis Quaid, Lucy Liu, Karan Soni, Alan Tudyk, Adelina Anthony, Abraham Benrubi, Jonathan Melo, Nik Dodani, Francesca Reale, Emily Kuroda, Reed Buck
Genre: Animation, Action, pzygodowy, Comedy, Family, Fantasy, SF
Country: Japan, USA

Why in Database:In theory, we can see the turtle in this film only in the final part, but it turns out that the entire previous plot takes place inside a huge turtle, so in a sense, the turtle is present throughout the whole movie.

Author: XYuriTT

The Mandalorian

Title:The Mandalorian
Year: 2019-Ongoing
Actors: Pedro Pascal, Katee Sackhoff, Carl Weathers, Chris Bartlett, Leilani Shiu, Ariel Shiu, Gina Carano, Giancarlo Esposito, Emily Swallow, Misty Rosas, Barry Lowin, Brendan Wayne, Katy M. O’Brian, Omid Abtahi, Temuera Morrison, Lateef Crowder, Tait Fletcher, Amy Sedaris
Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, SF
Country: USA
Viewing method: Whole series

Why in Database: In the first episode of the third season (Chapter 17: The Apostate) there is a large beast that has a turtle-like shell, and more importantly, according to Wookieepedia is called “Dinosaur Turtle” in audio description.
An additional curiosity is the fact that the beast seen in the episode can be described as a crocodile (or mozasaur) with a turtle shell, while in the concept art shown at the end of the episode, this animal looks more like a crocodile with the head of a snapping turtle.

Author: XYuriTT

Terry Pratchett: Back in Black

Title: Terry Pratchett: Back in Black
Year: 2017
Director: Charlie Russell
Cast: Paul Kaye, Andrew Ryan, Stephen Briggs, Neil Gaiman, Eric Idle, Paul Kidby, Val McDermid, Bernard Pearson, Rhianna Pratchett, Terry Pratchett, Tony Robinson, Colin Smythe, Rob Wilkins, Mark Lawson, Tom Paulin, Alan Titchmarsh
Genre: Documentary
Country: UK

Why in Database: Documentary with fictionalized elements, about author of the Discworld, Terry Pratchett. Of course, there is a lot of turtle elements in it, e.g. the turtle on the cover of the book The Color of Magic, other images of A’Tuin, real live turtles in one of the fragments, turtle on the cover Small Gods and a few others.

Author: XYuriTT

The Whole Hog: Making Terry Pratchett’s ‘Hogfather’

Title: The Whole Hog: Making Terry Pratchett’s ‘Hogfather’
Year: 2006
Director: Paula Nightingale
Cast: Mark Arden, Terry Pratchett, Vadim Jean, Ian Richardson, David Jason, Marc Warren, Michelle Dockery, Marnix Van Den Broeke, Oliver Money, Nigel Planer, Richard Woolfe, Tony Robinson
Genre: Documentary
Country: UK

Why in Database: Documentary about the production of Hogfather. We found turtle elements in two places, one is the cover of “The Gods Trilogy” (collective edition, includes Pyramids, Small Gods and Hogfather) showing a turtle (Om), the other is an image of A’Tuin.

Author: XYuriTT

Terry Pratchett’s Discworld: A TV ROM

Title: Terry Pratchett’s Discworld: A TV ROM
Year: 1997
Director: Julian Kemp
Cast: Rhianna Pratchett, Terry Pratchett, Mark Thomas, Tom Paulin
Genre: Documentary
Country: UK

Why in Database: Documentary about Discworld, stylized as a kind of computer program. There are a lot of scenes in which you can see A’Tuin in some form, e.g. in the form of the opening we could see originally before animations Soul Music and Wyrd Sisters. There is also a turtle on the showed cover of Small Gods.

Author: XYuriTT

The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands

Title: The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands
Author(s): Stephen King
Release year: 1991
Publisher: Donald M. Grant

Why in Database: The third volume of the eight-volume Dark Tower series, the first one with turtle elements, and it quite a lot of them!

Below we present all seventeen fragments with turtle mentions, some with a geographical name (Turtle Bay), some with another geographical name, The Street of the Turtle, the rest mostly concerns a turtle character important in the series, named Maturin, this name here, however, it is not used yet, he is referenced only as one of the “guardians”.

The first mention is in the context of the guardian:

He tapped the center of the circle.
”Here is the Dark Tower for which I’ve searched my whole life.”
The gunslinger resumed: ”At each of the twelve lesser portals the Great Old Ones set a Guardian. In my childhood I could have named them all in the rimes my nursemaid—and Hax the cook—taught to me… but my childhood was long ago. There was the Bear, of course, and the Fish… the Lion… the Bat. And the Turtle—he was an important one…”
The gunslinger looked up into the starry sky, his brow creased in deep thought. Then an amazingly sunny smile broke across his features and he recited:
”See the TURTLE of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth.
His thought is slow but always kind;
He holds us all within his mind.
On his back all vows are made;
He sees the truth but mayn’t aid.
He loves the land and loves the sea,
And even loves a child like me.”

The second is about Turtle Wax:

He cocked an eyebrow at her. ”Next carwash we come to, I’ll push you through myself. I’ll even Turtle-wax the goddamn thing. Okay?”

A reference to turtle slowness:

He dropped, and as he did, he saw the gunslinger’s left hand blur down to his side. My God, he thought, still falling, he can’t be that fast, no one can be that fast, I’m not bad but Susannah makes me look slow and he makes Susannah look like a turtle trying to walk uphill on a piece of glass—

The first mention in the context of the name Turtle Bay:

Coming soon? Maybe . . . but Jake had his doubts. The letters on the sign were faded and it was sagging a little. At least one graffiti artist, BANCO SKANK by name, had left his mark across the artist’s drawing of the Turtle Bay Luxury Condominiums in bright blue spray-paint.

A poem about a turtle, a bit in the context of Turtle Bay and a bit in the context of a Guardian:

”See the TURTLE of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth
If you want to run and play,
Come along the BEAM today.”
Jake supposed the source of this strange little poem (if not its meaning) was clear enough. This part of Manhattan’s East Side was known, after all, as Turtle Bay. But that didn’t explain the gooseflesh which was now running up the center of his back in a rough stripe, or his clear sense that he had found another road-sign along some fabulous hidden highway.

Again, a piece of poem:

”See the TURTLE of enormous girth” Jake muttered. ”On his shell he holds the earth.” He shivered. ”What a day! Boy!”

And again, a piece of poem:

As he told this part of his story for the second time, speaking very slowly now, Jake found that what the gunslinger had said was true: he could remember everything. His recall improved until he almost seemed to be reliving the experience. He told them of the sign which said that a building called Turtle Bay Condominiums was slated to stand on the spot where Tom and Gerry’s had once stood. He even remembered the little poem which had been spray-painted on the fence, and recited it for them:
”See the TURTLE of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth.
If you want to run and play,
Come along the BEAM today.”
Susannah murmured, ”His thought is slow but always kind; He holds us all within his mind . . . isn’t that how it went, Roland?”
”What?” Jake asked. ”How what went?”
”A poem I learned as a child,” Roland said. ”It’s another connection, one that really tells us something, although I’m not sure it’s anything we need to know . . . still, one never knows when a little understanding may come in handy.”
”Twelve portals connected by six Beams,” Eddie said. ”We started at the Bear. We’re only going as far as the middle—to the Tower—but if we went all the way to the other end, we’d come to the Portal of the Turtle, wouldn’t we?”
Roland nodded. ”I’m sure we would.”
”Portal of the Turtle,” Jake said thoughtfully, rolling the words in his mouth, seeming to taste them. Then he finished by telling them again about the gorgeous voice of the choir, his realization that there were faces and stories and histories everywhere, and his growing belief that he had stumbled on something very like the core of all existence. Last of all, he told them again about finding the key and seeing the rose. In the totality of his recall, Jake began to weep, although he seemed unaware of it.”

Again the poem, this time maliciously reworked:

”Yeah, and probably is,” Eddie said. His face was pale and solemn… and then he grinned like a lad. ”
‘See the TURTLE, ain’t he keen? All things serve the fuckin Beam.’

Turtle street and turtle statue, reference to the guardian:

Eddie glanced up at the darkening sky and easily picked out the path of the Beam in the rushing clouds. He looked back down and wasn’t much surprised to see that the entrance to the street corresponding most closely to the path of the Beam was guarded by a large stone turtle. Its reptilian head peered out from beneath the granite lip of its shell; its deepset eyes seemed to stare curiously at them. Eddie nodded toward it and managed a small dry smile. ”See the turtle of enormous girth?”
Susannah took a brief look of her own and nodded. He pushed her across the city square and into The Street of the Turtle. The corpses which lined it gave off a dry, cinnamony smell that made Eddie’s stomach clench . . . not because it was bad but because it was actually rather pleasant—the sugar-spicy aroma of something a kid would enjoy shaking onto his morning toast.
The Street of the Turtle was mercifully broad, and most of the corpses hanging from the speaker-poles were little more than mummies, but Susannah saw a few which were relatively fresh, with flies still crawling busily across the blackening skin of their swollen faces and maggots still squirming out of their decaying eyes.

The Voice of the Turtle, probably in a guardian context:

Then the war had ended and silence had fallen… for a while. But at some point, the speakers had begun broadcasting again. How long ago? A hundred years? Fifty? Did it matter? Susannah thought not. What mattered was that when the speakers were reactivated, the only thing they broadcast was a single tape-loop… the loop with the drum-track on it. And the descendents of the city’s original residents had taken it for… what? The Voice of the Turtle? The Will of the Beam?

The next three mentions are about the street:

Eddie continued to push her along The Street of the Turtle and the Path of the Beam, trying to look in all directions at once and trying not to smell the odor of putrefaction. Thank God for the wind, he thought.

For Eddie it was, as some wise man had once said, deja vu all over again: he was running with the wheelchair, racing time. The beach had been replaced by The Street of the Turtle, but somehow everything else was the same. Oh, there was one other relevant difference: now it was a railway station (or a cradle) he was looking for, not a free-standing door.

Up ahead, the arched entrance to a marble building stood at the intersection of The Street of the Turtle and another avenue.

Street and bas-relief:

Maud set a rapid pace along The Street of the Turtle. Jeeves trotted beside her. Eddie, who was pushing Susannah in the wheelchair, was soon panting and struggling to keep up. The palatial buildings which lined their way spread out until they resembled ivy-covered country houses on huge, run-to-riot lawns, and Eddie realized they had entered what had once been a very ritzy neighborhood indeed. Ahead of them, one building loomed above all others. It was a deceptively simple square construction of white stone blocks, its overhanging roof supported by many pillars. Eddie thought again of the gladiator movies he’d so enjoyed as a kid. Susannah, educated in more formal schools, was reminded of the Parthenon.
Both saw and marvelled at the gorgeously sculpted bestiary— Bear and Turtle, Fish and Rat, Horse and Dog—which ringed the top of the building in two-by-two parade, and understood it was the place they had come to find.
That uneasy sensation that they were being watched by many eyes— eyes filled equally with hate and wonder—never left them. Thunder boomed as they came in sight of the monorail track; like the storm, the track came sweeping in from the south, joined The Street of the Turtle, and ran straight on toward the Cradle of Lud. And as they neared it, ancient bodies began to twist and dance in the strengthening wind on either side of them.

The next two fragments are again about turtle street:

A wide red strip had been painted across the pavement at the point where The Street of the Turtle emptied into The Plaza of the Cradle. Maud and the fellow Eddie called Jeeves the Butler stopped a prudent distance from the red mark.

When they were out of the downpour, Eddie paused and they looked back. The Plaza of the Cradle, The Street of the Turtle, and all the city beyond was rapidly disappearing into a shifting gray curtain. Eddie wasn’t a bit sorry.

Turtles as a comparison:

The mono was now flying through the mountain-range they had seen on the horizon: iron-gray peaks rushed toward them at suicidal speed, then fell away to disclose sterile valleys where gigantic beetles crawled about like landlocked turtles.

Author: XYuriTT

Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes

Title: Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes
Author(s): Rob Wilkins
Release year: 2022
Publisher: Transworld

Why in Database: Terry Pratchett’s biography, written by his longtime assistant, Rob Wilkins. He was the author of the series about Discworld, so of course, there are some mentions of turtles – although much more about real tortoises raised by Pratchett than the big space turtle, A’Tuin.

During an average working week in the Chapel, a vast amount of writing would get done, yet somehow, while the work was percolating in Terry’s mind, there also seemed to be plenty of time for activities that could only be filed under A for ‘Arsing Around’. There were, for example, the days spent devising ever more intricate and unnecessary ways to automate the office. There were the hours passed feeding the tortoises, or up at the local garden centre.

Terry shared the family home with, at various times, an almost entirely brainless spaniel, a tortoise named Pheidippides, after the original marathon runner, and a budgerigar called Chhota, but no further small Pratchetts joined them.

I go out to my car, extremely puzzled, and also quite worried. Have I done something wrong? Have I messed up somewhere? Have I misfiled something, or accidentally thrown something away? What’s my offence here? Have I been less than suitably subordinate to Patch, the office cat, also known as ‘the HR Department’? Have I run over one of the tortoises without realizing, driving in that morning? What the hell is it?

But that degree of separation didn’t seem to make either Lyn or him particularly happy, so in due course they found a flat to rent cheaply on the ground floor of an Edwardian house on Amersham Hill in High Wycombe, moving in along with a growing collection of tortoises, who also commuted.
The tortoises were Terry’s fault: he had discovered that he could not see a tortoise without forming the urge to ‘rescue’ it. This first happened in a pet shop in the Frogmore district of High Wycombe, and would happen in several other pet shops thereafter until the collection of rescued tortoises stood at around ten – some of the Mediterranean breed, some spur-thighed. Years later, Terry would still be prone to this rescuing urge. On tour in Glasgow in the 1990s, he released a tortoise soon to be known as Big Spotty from its captivity in a city centre pet shop – and was then appalled when someone at the airport told him he couldn’t board his plane with it*. ‘You can’t stop me,’ Terry said, rather grandly. ‘This is Great Britain.’ Big Spotty flew with Terry to Southampton.
Under this new commuting arrangement, Lyn found clerical work in High Wycombe. The pair of them would do their jobs all week and then on Friday, which was the slow day, post-publication, at the Bucks Free Press, Terry would try to get away early, and they would box up the tortoises, load them into the Morris van and head for the west country, mostly by the back roads and with a stop for fish and chips in Marlborough where, according to Terry, ‘the chippy was particularly good.’ They would split their life in this way for eighteen months.

One of the footnotes:

These were the days, clearly, before the invention of the ‘emotional support tortoise’. Carrying land-dwelling reptiles onto aircraft is presumably a far simpler project now.

Następny fragment znów dotyczy kręcących się po włościach żółwi:

Wine bottles stood fermenting around the gas fire in the sitting room, just behind the tortoises in the priority queue for warmth and with Terry and Lyn forming a third, outer ring beyond that.

If only there was a job Terry could find in which he felt as comfortable as he did at the Bucks Free Press, but which was within reach of Rowberrow and which didn’t force him, Lyn and the tortoises to take their chances each weekend with the Friday night traffic on Marlow Hill. If he could find the right job in the west country, then surely everything would be perfect.

There were cats and there were tortoises, of course – and sometimes, when slippers were left to warm by the open fire, the tortoises would spot an opportunity and crawl into them. More dangerously, the tortoises might even creep at night into the fire’s still-warm embers, so you had to be careful, when you re-lit the fire in the morning, that you weren’t accidentally using a tortoise for kindling. According to Lyn, there was at least one occasion when a tortoise had to be urgently run under the cold tap in the kitchen.

One of the footnotes:

Ringworld, a torus, a million miles wide, surrounding a star rather than orbiting it, clearly feeds into Discworld, albeit without the supporting elephants and turtle. Terry and Larry Niven met some years later and got along well. Niven seemed to regard Strata as a homage to his work, and Terry afterwards described Niven to Dave Busby as resembling ‘a small, stuffed owl’, which was by no means necessarily a pejorative description in Terry’s hands.

It’s safe to say that, during Lyn and Terry’s first decade in Rowberrow, activities such as wool-spinning, cheese-making, beekeeping and tortoiseraising took precedence over watching the television.

Colin Smythe Limited brought out the hardback of The Colour of Magic in November 1983. ‘In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part …’ And here in public for the first time was Terry Pratchett’s Discworld, a flat planet borne through space on the backs of four elephants – Berilia, Tubul, Great T’Phon and Jerakeen – who are themselves positioned on the back of the giant star turtle Great A’Tuin, an arrangement quietly borrowed by Terry from Indian mythology* and which was somehow fundamental to what went on in the book and, at the same time, almost completely beside the point. The Colour of Magic introduced the inept wizard Rincewind, and Twoflower the tourist, and the Luggage, and the concept of Octarine, the eighth colour of the Discworld spectrum, visible only to wizards and cats. It also introduced the concept of being spectacularly funny in a Fantasy novel. And it was spectacularly funny because its real subject, in the end, wasn’t elephants or astronomically huge turtles or wizards, nor even cats, but human foibles, which its author clearly, even though he was still honing his craft, had found a unique way to expose and articulate.

Ponownie kawałek z przypisu, o obecności żółwi w mitologii:

‘I filched it,’ as Terry wrote, ‘and ran away before the alarms went off.’ Indian mythology may merely have been the place where the world-on-a-turtle image was most prominent. Terry’s further explorations indicated that practically every mythology you could find had a soft spot at some time in its life for turtles flying through space. And why not?

There would be plenty of scope for chickens and vegetables and fruit and tortoises and owl boxes, and also sheep.

At the same time, Great A’Tuin, the elephants, the Disc, the oceans flowing off the rim… you could see how it might work.

After about 20 minutes, the back door crashed open in a blast of cold, damp air. In came Terry in a full-length brown leather duster coat and a battered hat, entirely soaked and very bedraggled. He had been feeding the tortoises.

Terry had this idea for a Discworld novel with the working title ‘The Turtle Stops’. Great A’Tuin, the star turtle bearing the Disc, was going to become unwell. This would lead to an exploratory journey into the turtle, in preparation for which Terry had, needless to say, consulted a zoologist that he knew, John Chitty BVetMed Cert ZooMed CBiol MSB MRCVS, no less, in order to determine what, exactly, you would find if you ever ventured inside a turtle. But the pressing issue now was, how would the wizards of Unseen University come to know that Great A’Tuin was sick? We batted it back and forth between us in the office and then, that lunchtime, in the pub. Would there maybe be magical vibrations of some kind, which the wizards would be able to pick up? No. Too easy. Too close to Dr Who’s sonic screwdriver: not a proper solution.
So, what if, Terry suggested, it was possible to observe the slowing of the turtle’s interstellar paddling motion, from somewhere very high on the Disc?
This seemed problematic to me.
‘Terry, there would be nowhere on the Disc from which this phenomenon was visible.’
Terry was insistent. ‘Why not? They could sit on top of the Tower of Art, with a telescope.’
‘No, even then, they wouldn’t be in a position to see Great A’Tuin.’
‘Yes, they would,’ said Terry. ‘It’s the tallest building on the Disc!’
‘But it still wouldn’t be tall enough,’ I said. ‘It simply doesn’t work.’
In order to make my point, I grabbed a plate with the remainder of my lunch on it, balanced it on my fingertips and held it up between us.
‘OK, so my hand is the turtle, the plate is the Disc, the pea on the plate is the tower. There is no way that anyone standing on that pea is going to be in a position to see my hand under the plate.’

On the way back, Terry makes an unannounced detour to the greenhouse and attends to the tortoises for a while.

At some point after midnight, following a day of gaming and dealing with tortoises and fiddling about in the greenhouse and stomping around at the garden centre, Terry has laid down this concluding passage, perfectly answering the brief.

It was the same when we were writing a passage towards what would have become The Turtle Stops and needed to take the reader inside Great A’Tuin.
‘Terry, we’re inside the star turtle. What do we see?’
‘It’s as big as a cathedral.’
‘Bigger, surely …’
‘It’s as big as a city.’
‘Bigger than that, too, surely …’

Which is deeply saddening, of course. All those books he never got to write! All those books we never got to read! How many of them might there have been? Several were already underway: ‘Raising Taxes’; ‘Running Water’; ‘The Turtle Stops’; a second volume of adventures for the Amazing Maurice; ‘What Dodger Did Next’;

Author: XYuriTT