I just finished watching ANY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE with Clint Eastwood, the second highest grossing film of 1978. It's a comedy with very complex overtones that is whimsical and ultimately says something about what it means to be a man. It is subtle and lighthearted and way too intellectual for the Kwanzanian of 2011, who would be mentally incapable of even comprehending it.
The protagonist travels across the country to fight a legendary brawler named Tank Murdoch, getting his heart broken by a tramp played by Sandra Locke. At the climax, he discovers the legend is a paunchy old has-been and decides he doesn't want to be this guy after all. He throws the fight and takes a dive. No Rocky-style finish where the only victory that one can have is being the "winnarz" for a while until another monkey deposes you. This film is about a lot of different things and the audiences of 1978 understood it without having to try hard. Eastwood's character is very similar to the classic Neanderthal. He isn't particularly interested in the hierarchy. What drives him are his dreams and his desire for a woman who can understand him. He doesn't think in the homoerotic, high-strung "winnarz and losers" chosenati frame that is what rushes in to fill a vaccuum. He wants a place in the world and he creates it around him with what he values, not what the televitz tells him is valuable. His best friend is an orangutang and it's easy to see why - the monkey is one of the most human characters in the cast.
In the transition from the American to the Kwanzan, there is so much soul that was lost it is hard to quantify. The result is a creature that is unfit to live anywhere ... under any conditions. It wants to be the "winnarz" but in becoming this abominable, child-like idiot it has lost the capacity to amount to much of anything at all, in particular to add up to a man.