"March of the Penguins"

I was done at my local site near the Fillmore on this Friday afternoon, so I decided to browse through the shops and catch an afternoon matinee of "March of the Penguins" since I heard so many positive reviews of this independent film.

What a cute and charming film about what penguins endure just to sustain and breed in the harsh cold temperatures of -50 degrees of the Arctic. Waddling so cutely like a line of old little men and women, sometimes sliding along on their stomachs on the ice, for 70 miles back and forth across the arctic to a place where the ice is hard enough to breed and bring their surviving babies into life - love, loss, life.

And the baby penguins, oh the baby penguins - what's not to love! Such cute little powder puff butter balls with little black eyes against a white framed face by pure black fur. Awwwww...so cute, so cute. Struggling from fragile eggs so arduously protected against the killing ice cold, bumping and bopping against each other learning to waddle along on their own on the ice like so many generations before them. So cute, so recommended, so there.