This was supposed to be the weekend we saw “The Aristocrats,” but alas, the sleepover invitation we were expecting didn’t come, and so it was “March of the Penguins” instead, probably the only G-rated movie I’ll see this year. It was wonderful — how can penguins not be? — but here’s something you may not know about this French-made film, via Terry Lawson’s Freep review: When “March of the Penguins” was shown under its original title at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, it gave various penguins voices, a la “Babe” and allowed them to tell this story through their perspective. It also featured a score more suitable to a 1950s cartoon; that has been replaced by rich, dramatic but unobtrusive orchestrations by Alex Wurman.
If you see the movie you’ll find this fact astonishing — it has the rich, classy, respectful look of a serious nature documentary, and the idea of the birds being anthropomorphized and cartoonified is hard to believe.
Morgan Freeman does the narration in the American version. No funny voices. Good call.
(Pause.) Well! That was quite a “Six Feet Under” finale, wasn’t it?
I didn’t really like it all that much.
Oh, it was OK, but it was a bit…maudlin. I wanted a little more dark humor, but I guess that came in the last 15 minutes. It looked as though Brenda actually died of boredom. If only Billy could be as funny as his T-shirts.
“What would Jesus bomb?” Har-de-har.
I’m not going to miss “Six Feet Under” quite so much, now that we have “Entourage” and “The Comeback” to look forward to, both of which made me forget all that weeping the hour before. I absolutely didn’t see the backwards-dress thing coming.
Let’s cut this thing short, then, with a snippet of bloggage: The DetNews blogmaster asks contributors to post something every day for a month, so what the hell, I’m keeping my word. A Sunday trifle.