Mr. Popper bronzed and displayed the first batch of penguins. The second batch were put through BodyWorks. The third were coated in plastic in life-like positions and used for small arms practice. The fourth batch were the charm.
Mr. Popper’s Penguins (2011) is a pleasantly derivative story of how a pack of penguins save the soul of Mr. Popper, a corporate drone who’s already lost his wife in the backwash of his ambition, and is now in danger of losing his kids.
To Godzilla.
Just kidding! Checking to see if you’ve read this far. There’s nothing particularly offensive, and while penguins are cool and all that sort of thing, there’s nothing innovative here.
I blame it all on my Arts Editor, who wanted to see this.
