Just read this in The New York Times:
March of the Conservatives: Penguin Film as Political FodderI had a feeling something like this was going to happen. After my sister and I saw the movie a few weeks ago, I commented to her that I thought the filmmakers soft-peddled the nasty, brutish, and short aspects of penguin existence. Lines like, "This is a tale of persistence, survival, and love." Try "blind instinct and sex," Morgan.
No fucking way those godless penguins are fucking the same penguin every mating season. And I'm sure if those cracked eggs didn't immediately freeze solid as a rock, daddy be sucking the precious yoke right out of them.
If you want a more accurate view of penguin life, ye Christians, see the Eskimos.