Penguins are my soul animals. I was quite concerned when the female Rockhopper were hopping. I thought they were pregnant. The huddle of emperor penguin chicks, melt.
I’m not quite sure it’s the documentarian’s mediocrity or Spielberg’s idiosyncratic sincerity or hypocrisy, the film just doesn’t resonate with my soul at all. Although it’s very informative and rich in archival representations.