March of the Penguins I saw March of the Penguins last night and have spent most of the day trying to form my opinion on it. About halfway through the nearly-all-French list of names in the opening credits I'd written it off to "too artsy for me," or at least smarter than I am. Then Morgan Freeman started talking, and it became more like the National Geographic specials PBS used to air to put children to sleep during nap time.
Tiff was delighted, and the penguins were cute, so I buckled down for the 100 minutes.
By the end of it, I was as enthralled as a two year old brat watching teletubbies.
I can't place my finger on it. There wasn't really any particular element that made it so endearing. The story-telling does an OK job of humanizing the penguins, the struggle is at once tragic and heroic, but it's still just a nature film. If I had seen it channel surfing I would have just kept going.
But on the big screen I had to see it all, and by the end I was glad I had.
Go see this movie. It'll bring out a little bit of that child-like wonder we're so often lacking.  ¶   0 comments