You have to consider that the village was located in the HIMALAYAS, in Nepal,
where belief in demons and fear of monsters and the unknown is still fairly strong, and where most of the
children are not bombarded with television and violent video games. Most of the kids there would have still had
active doors, and there would not have been that constant droning of air conditioners, electric heaters, cars on
the freeway, and other “noise pollution” that we here in the US, UK, and most Western nations have
gotten used to and learned to “tune out”. That made it easy for Sulley to simply follow the sounds of
children screaming, and given that most adults in this country do not own firearms, if this big furry beast had
come charging in, the home’s human residents would have fled.
Randall’s situation is different, as seen
in the commercial for M.I. on the tv. American children, and presumably those in most other Western countries,
are harder to scare. They become immune to scary situations either due to violence on tv, movies and games, or
the real-life street/gang violence that many deal with day-to-day. They become cynical at an early age. Unlike
quiet, quaint little villages in Nepal, American homes are fortified with guard dogs, alarm systems, and most
households have at least one firearm in the house. Many KIDS have guns that even their parents don’t know
about; each year in our school district we have to confiscate around 20 handguns from the ELEMENTARY school kids,
and I teach in a small district, not some huge inner-city one! Background noises will prevent Randall from
locating an active door by simply listening for children screaming, and even then, it’s more likely to be a tv
than a child. PLUS, Randall had an even greater disadvantage-he was in LOUISIANA, a part of the country where
people don’t tend to fear big scary things with sharp teeth-they just make jambalaya out of 'em. He’d have to
figure this out, and then figure out where other parts of the US are in relation to where he is, AND know a lot
about the local “flavor” and culture, to find a place where he’d have luck just charging through a
house and into a kid’s room before that closet door got shut, like say, Amish country in Pennsylvania. And
then, of course, he’s got to make the trip, and I don’t think that just strolling up to a Greyhound bus ticket
counter in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana, with not a penny to his name, is gonna get him too
far.
pitbulllady