Penguins: Just Like Us; Grizzlies: Not So Much
So I finally caught up with March Of The Penguins, the latest documentary
phenomenon, last weekend and I can see why people love it: The footage of these
Emperor Penguins, surviving against long odds in the meteorological extremes of
Antarctica, is pretty extraordinary. I don’t know how they wrangled those
cameramen to freeze their asses off at 50 below (to say nothing of the high winds),
but I doubt they were a Union crew. Remarkable, too, is the story of their long,
perilous mating ritual: Waddling 90 adorable miles in the bitter cold to the breeding
grounds, going months without food, protecting the egg from the elements, shielding
their fragile young from scavengers, etc. Yet Morgan Freeman’s prodding
voiceover narration, perhaps in an effort to connect with little kids and their
parents, keeps coughing up terms like “love” and “family”
to make these penguins seem just like The Cleavers or something. While it’s
natural for us to want to anthropomorphize the animal kingdom—who with pets
isn’t guilty of assigning them colorful personalities?—documentaries
have a responsibility to view nature with a cooler, more rational eye for their
true capabilities. Propagating the species seems to me an instinct that all animals
share (or else risk extinction, no?), but a concept like “love” seems
far too abstract for these cute little buggers, who abandon both their mates and
their young when the mating cycle is over. Deadbeats!