… well Emperor Penguins anyway… in the thoroughly enjoyable French documentary March of the Penguins which Sheryl, Madeleine and I saw last night with my nephew Isaac, who is stopping in LA on his way from New York to Alaska, Korea, China and Japan. Hey, we have a peripatetic family, but not half so peripatetic as these penguins who must march seventy miles from their breeding grounds to the ocean several times in the course of the year to ensure the survival of their young. Males and females alternate in this forced march, hence the Women’s Lib allusion. The film also features stunning Antarctic scenery. I stayed through the credits, riveted by the outtakes of the filmmakers braving the elements. I could say this was the best film of the summer for me, but that wouldn’t be saying much. I haven’t seen many. I wait for my Academy DVDs and frantically play catch-up.