A Film Review of March of the Penguins
Documenting the Dance of Life
Until
recently only film buffs regularly viewed documentaries. Today, not only is the once-marginalized
documentary stealing the show at film venues such as Sundance or Cannes, they
actually have invigorated a very lackluster year for fiction films, even
offering a surprising challenge to the “summer blockbusters.” Given our current tendency to be
suspicious of most things, why the fascination with documentaries? Do they simply give us something “real”
to hang on to? Or do they also provide a “safe” journey into the unknown and
mysterious in creation and in the human spirit.
Two
especially popular genres of the documentary, at the forefront of this revival,
are the nature documentary (e.g. Winged Migration—see our March 2004 column, or Grizzly
Man, 2005), and the
competition documentary (Spellbound, 2002, Murderball, 2005, or Rize, 2005—the pulsating passionate portrayal of South Central L.A.’s
“clowning” and “crumping” street dance culture). While all of the above are worth seeing, we want to
recommend two others, March of the Penguins and Mad Hot Ballroom.
March of
the Penguins is a
journey into a world most of us have never seen or experienced—the world of the
Emperor penguin of Antarctica.
In a world
where the average temperature is 50 degrees below zero, not to mention the gale
force winds that blow, only the Emperors have survived for centuries. While the
film is a visual feast from the opening scenes of ice floes to the textured
close-ups of the penguins’ coats, it is also the poignant story of their
survival (wonderfully narrated by Morgan Freeman).
Every March,
the Emperors march single file from the sea to their mating area up to 70 miles
away. (Actually it’s more of a waddle; when they aren’t belly-sliding on the
ice.) There, through elaborate courtship dances and songs, couples unite to lay
one egg. Their communal and
individual task is to protect and nurture the future generation. For almost two months the males huddle in
mass, with the eggs safely cradled on top of their feet under their warm coats.
Meanwhile the females, having lost one third of their body weight, return to
the sea for food. By the time the mothers
return to feed the newly hatched babies, the fathers have endured as much as
120 days without food and have lost half of their body weight! The mothers now become the protectors,
while the fathers return to the sea.
These journeys are made several times as the chicks grow and become
independent, at which time both parents leave their young for a brief period. Finally the summer draws near with the
ice floes melting and the ocean waters close enough for the young penguins to
enter and begin their life in the sea. Until four years later, when they too will
return to the place where they were born, and continue the cycle as their
parents did.
What makes
the film captivating, besides the natural beauty of these animals and their
surroundings, is their dance of survival, where timing is everything. This is truly an Antarctic ballet where
lovers, and those they love, are held in the balance. As Christians we marvel at the
choreography of the Creator. “For
everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die…” (Ecclesiastes
3:1-2a). The filmmakers and
composer imbue the story with such humor, fear, pain, suffering, joy, and love,
that again the Preacher comes to mind, “…if two lie together, they keep warm;
but how can one keep warm alone?” (Eccles. 4:11).
A different
yet similar kind of dance is portrayed in the documentary Mad Hot Ballroom. Here the dancers are fifth graders from inner-city public
schools in New York who are participating in the American Ballroom Theater’s
Dancing Classroom program—a ten week class leading up to a 60-school dance
competition. The film focuses on
students and teachers from three very different schools: PS 112 from
Bensonhurst, a diverse middle class Brooklyn neighborhood; PS 115 from
Washington Heights, where 97% of the families live below the poverty line; and
PS 150 from more affluent downtown Tribeca, where many of the students come
from families split by divorce. We follow these children from their first
awkward steps to their final bows.
Throughout the film the students and teachers provide captivating commentary
that ranges from the sobering to the hilarious. And the dancing of these young
Fred Astaires and Ginger Rogers is wonderful!
Mad Hot
Ballroom is an extraordinary
look at a group of ordinary children. We follow their journey into, not only the
world of ballroom dancing, but also adolescence and their coming of age. As
they learn the foxtrot, swing, meringue, rumba, and tango, they reveal pieces
of themselves and their world. And during the film we see them transformed from
shy or reluctant participants to elegant dancers, passionate competitors, and
confident young people. Mad Hot
Ballroom is as much
about life as it is about dancing.
Like March of the Penguins, it is about children overcoming challenges (at times
life-threatening), and the adults who care for them, devoting themselves
completely to their development and future.
Whether the experience is the wonder of creation or of creativity, both March of the Penguins and Mad Hot Ballroom offer us a glimpse of beauty. They reflect an image of the Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer of the dance of life. It doesn’t surprise us that for three weeks of July, ticket sales on a per screen basis were higher for March of the Penguins than for any other summer release. And it won’t surprise us if some parents and schools around the country start pushing for ballroom dancing in their curriculum. After all, Christians know the power of story.