March Penguins, March

I've seen March of the Penguins twice now.  One at AFI
silver before it was in wide release and once in (of all places) Dubuque,
Iowa
at a brand spanking new theatre only a few minutes drive from the field of
dreams (yes, that field of dreams).  Both times I was
left wondering how the hell those cute emperor penguins make it.  The
second thing I wondered about was their necks.  I mean, who knew that
penguins
has necks that could stretch like that?

Even if the penguins are not motivated by "love" as Morgan Freeman
posits at the beginning of the film, their survival instinct is
incredible. 
Although at times the narrative is a little heavy on personification, the
story of the penguins is still amazing.   And I am forever greatful to
whomever decided
assigning voices to the penguins (as they did in the original French
version of the film) would not play well to American audiences.  I'm not
sure that they could
have chosen a better narrator than Morgan Freeman. 

If you have not seen this film yet, you need to go see it.  After all,
I found it in Dubuque, Iowa, so I am sure it has made it's way to a
theatre near you
by now.  Please do not take Richard Roeper's advice to wait to see it on
tv.  It is really awesome on the big screen, and I promise you it's worth
the $9. 

 

Last
5 songs played on my iPod:
Requiem for O.m.m.2 -
Of
Montreal

I Was Never Young - Of
Montreal

Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games - Of
Montreal

Forecast Fascist Future - Of
Montreal

So Begins Our Alabee - Of
Montreal