Whale meat again

For 24 hours the tale of a whale was unfolding in the River Thames, culminating in the unfortunate animal's death in shallow waters. (Maybe they're not as smart as some folks claim.) A media circus ensued and the spectacle brought Londoners together, albeit momentarily, to watch the rescue efforts. It was David Blaine without the heckling.

I was reminded of the Béla Tarr movie Werckmeister harmóniák (2000). Here a whale coming to town is interpreted as a portent of doom. Who's to say that this visit won't be seen in the same way?