White Pongo is just another one of those movies that tries (desperately) to place yeti in a context, i.e. the jungle, where he has never, and never will, belong. It is a fantasy of Man that we are always trying to displace the truth. Examples include:
Star Wars: Let's set the Civil War on a space plane
The Terminator: The wolf in Little Red, Riding Hood is now a cyborg
Three Amigos: Oh, I know! The battle of minotaur is in mexico!
It's just our way of trying to take larger-than-life characters and situations and make them seem closer-to-home. White Pongo, you're not real. You are a figment of the imagination of poets and artists who use cinema as their brushes on canvases of our lives. Think about that when you pick up a lady in the jungle and carry her around. She's not your luggage.
