The poetic nature of French adds a lot of color to the film. I especially like the voices dubbed by children for the little penguin. Although I don’t understand it, the subtitles are okay and can express the meaning of the film. I think people who watch it in their native language should I can feel the undercurrent of emotion under the objective constraints of the director, and the great admiration for the miracle of life.
Penguins also fall, surprised. Clumsy, child-like, but unexpectedly they couldn't recognize the potholes.
Crawling on the stomach is faster than swaying left and right, like a bumper car, and like a swimming ring in the sea to use force. I really want to touch those white, fluffy, fleshy stomachs, and that soft fur, cultivated in that pure environment, with distinct black and white, and a small piece of egg-yellow-like beautiful embellishment behind the ears.
Nature is both fond and jealous of living beings, allowing them to work miracles and trying to destroy them. Dead little bodies, female penguins dragged back into the water by seals, and daddy penguins in a group. In the Antarctic blizzard particles, Haw's cry seemed to be shouting "Tighten tighter, tighter tighter", although some on the edge of despair seemed to be responding: "I can't do it anymore".
Watching the little penguins walk on the ice is also like a toddler, a group of little guys come out of the white egg to experience the test of cold death, and finally become the winner of this world, in the all is white I want to Snorkel in the deep blue world under polar glaciers in live in paradise, living in a paradise with the least human harassment.
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