OK, last movie. This weekend we also rented March of the Penguins for the kids. Samantha got into it, but there wasn’t enough to hold Jake’s attention. Our friends took their kids to see it in the theatre. Jeff spent most of the movie chilling in the lobby with their three year old. Kerri and I enjoyed it. The cinematography is brilliant; Morgan Freeman’s narration compelling.

Interesting thought: The movie begins by recounting Antarctica tropical ancient past. Seems astounding in a land covered in ice. But not really. At one end of the spectrum you’ve got young earth creationists who would say, “Of course it was tropical. The layer of water that covered the earth pre-flood kept the whole world fairly cozy.” At the other end, you’ve got naturalists (i.e. those who deny the existence of any super-natural activity) who would say, “Of course it was tropical. The pre-historic mega-continent was situated near the equator. It was only later that it drifted to the south pole.” Hmm? How many other times would these two groups agree? Also, both groups arrive at the same conclusion. There’s probably something to be gleaned from this. Perhaps, at times, we make to much of our differences. Perhaps two ideas are occasionally situated on opposite sides of the same sphere; though they look very different, they are really just probing into the same center. Then again, perhaps not. Perhaps they really are on two different planets.

At any rate, the movie is good, though be prepared to discuss death and the harsh reality of the natural world if you watch it with your four year old. The scenes of frozen eggs and penguin chicks are heart-breaking.