You Know How I Like It When They Waddle, Harry

What I am about to say will shock and apall you. I strongly suggest that those with heart conditions or weak stomachs stop reading RIGHT NOW.

I, the great Christopholes, pwner of n00bs and avid fan of macho action films, have just finished watching...

March of the Penguins.

This is startling, I know, but what's worse is yet to come.

I enjoyed it.

Don't you hate it when you go to watch a movie, expecting to hate it, and it turns out to be pretty good?

Now, this is a documentary. There is no way to hide it. But it's fairly entertaining, if you have an open mind.

If you're into cutesy, this is definitely the movie for you. Even I, with my appreciation of explosions, car chases, and extended fight scenes, found myself mentally 'awwwww'ing throughout the film.

I mean, those friggin penguin chicks!

It's very educational, Morgan Freeman's voice is perfect, and it's a lot of fun to watch those birdies waddle around. All in all, pretty good.

I suggest watching it over the course of a few days. Taken all in one sitting, it might get boring, but it's nice to see penguins each day.

Yay, penguins!

Penguin.

Anywho, I give March of the Penguins a 7 out of 10.

Now I'm going to have to headbutt a baby.

And the man who once was God says, "The new life is ended, seconds after hitting the ice."