review
Review of March of the Penguins
I can't remember the last time we went to see
a G-rated movie in the theater, so I needed to keep reminding myself to
adjust my tolerance for noisy little kids during the show. I don't
remember seeing anyone else in our demographic there, being both
without children and under 65 years of age.
The camera work was first-rate,
especially considering the extreme weather conditions the footage
was obtained under. Even though an Emperor Penguin is basically
a doughy lump with a pointy beak and scaly feet, the filmmakers
managed to invest them with emotional weight, especially two-thirds
of the way through when we get introduced to their fuzzy grey chicks.
I will agree with Rabbi Marc Gellman who
balks
at calling the birds’
underlying motivation one of “love.”
Every new revelation about the rigors of parenting in this
environment was accompanied with the perfect little bit of imagery
and narration (by the always easy on the ear Morgan Freeman).
By the end, I was saying “That’s a crazy system they’ve got
there.” I would consider this to be a pretty good argument
against Intelligent Design,
but that’s another story.
The movie is getting some buzz about
the unexpected box office it's been gaining, the first sleeper
of the summer, I think. It’s something that is best seen in
the theater, little kid noises notwithstanding, especially on a hot
weekend afternoon when those wide frozen vistas with the 100 mph winds
howling from the north (of course) during the long Antarctic winter
truly look like unearthly menaces. Check out the gallery of
production stills online. If you do go, you should not rush out when the credits come up
at the end or you might miss the little snippets showing what the
camera crew had to do to get these amazing shots.