Penguin Dreams and Stranger Things

I’ve previously professed my love for Netflix in this formum. That having been said, I won’t beleaguer the fact too much further. But one of the cooler things about it is the ability to get little-known or narrowly-distributed films that the local Block Buster simply doesn’t stock. Case in point was last night’s entertainment.

Farce of the Penguins is a spoof of the documentary March of the Penguins. Let it be said at this time that I thoroughly enjoyed March...even went to see it in the theatre. It was educational, entertaining, artfully filmed, and showed just how much donkey balls it would suck to have to be an Emperor Penguin. March, on the other hand, employed entirely stock film footage with comedians dubbing in the voices of the penguins. It was written by Bob Sagat. Speaking of which, there are two Bob Sagats in the world. One of them is the grating and thoroughly innocuous douche bag which starred on Full House and America’s Funniest Videos. The other is a deeply perverse and funny individual who should probably seek counseling. His appearance in the Aristocrats will convince you of this multiple personality disorder.

Where March was narrated by a gentle Morgan Freeman, Farce features a mocking Samuel Jackson shouldering the story-telling honors. During most of the movie he maintains the Freeman-esque tone, but at one point gets in a “Look Motherfucker, your nuts are not going to freeze off” argument with the penguin voiced by Gilbert Gottfreid. Hmmm...I’m pretty sure the words in the last sentence have never, in the history of spoken language, been combined in that same order.

So anyway, the movie was great. Very funny, though a few drinks will probably enhance the effect. My bitch-cat also very much enjoyed the show for an entirely different reason:

Birds. She loves them. Anytime a bird appears onscreen, she runs over to watch. If the camera shifts, or the bird goes off-screen, she will actually run around the back of the TV to investigate. This behavior has always entertained us, but I was unprepared for her reaction to Farce (remember, we saw March in the theatre). She sat in front of the set for a solid hour. I don’t feel that your average penguin bears much resemblance to say, a robin, but the cat evidently does. Also keep in mind that the penguins were not chirping, but rather cursing at each other in quite clear English. We had assumed, evidently incorrectly, in the past that the chirping was what geeked her up.  Not so...she's got a bird fetish.  I could not make this stuff up: