I just watched a movie about the north pole. There were polar bears and arctic foxes and what-not and they were going around hanging out, then there were these hilarious walruses who got upset at each other messing with the other's girlfriend and got into a brawl, then there was this long period of the politics between the penguin, tundra dogs (Can't remember what they were actually called) and polar bear factions. The tundra dogs were crafty, evil little bastards. Completely ruthless as they seized all the power they could. The polar bears were the sort of rugged, tough bad boy gang; akin to leather-clad human greasers and with a heart of gold deep down. At least, the main guy did, despite his flaws.
He still died at the end, though. Man, that movie got depressing.
He fought a rival, finished them off after a long time on the run, and then he met the love of his life
at the train station atop an iceberg and they had a romantic reunion, even as their opiates addiction drove them mad and the icewater rose up to claim their lives. It was pretty romantic.
Then the penguins, now they were sick fucks.
There was a long period of the film that got pretty dark (along with the 'polar bear doomed romance' bit, but that was actually later on) with the evil parent penguins throwing their babies off of cliffs into the water and then giving chase, cackling wildly at the sight of their poor offspring flailing through the air and smacking painfully into the ground.
What horrors were visited upon those poor baby penguins, I do not know.
It's merciful that they cut away before that could happen.
Then the penguins died in their droves when the seasons changed and food became scarce due to the ice melting.
Their horrible civilization crumbled, devolving into infighting and widespread starvation. The penguin people scattered, fleeing their homes in wild desperation, only to be picked off by vicious tundra dogs.
The tundra dogs had seen their chance, and pounced on the penguin kingdom as their society was in its death throes.
It was quite brutal, but honestly I was rooting for the tundra dogs- a shocking thing to realise, after the awful things they were responsible for earlier in the film.
Truly the tundra dogs were a good example of the interesting way the film approached the idea of 'shades of grey', where no-one was truly the good guy, not even the likeable polar bear, whose fuzzy, slightly brash demeanor hid deepset personality problems like a quick temper and jealousy.
At one point one of the dogs broke away from the tribe, stole a car (shaped like a large dog's head, like something a sports mascot would wear) and drove off, picking up his old, bitter enemy the cat along the way for a long, reconciliatory road trip.
I thought this was a bad idea, since a long drive trapped in a car with one other person is a terrible way to try and patch up a relationship, but I believe they made up in the end.
By the end of the film the tundra dogs were the only ones in a good position.
They left the icy lands and went to try their luck claiming new turf in the warmer regions to the south.
It was a really sad movie, but still heartwarming at the same time. The penguin scenes were fucked up though, Serbian Film ain't got nothin' on that.
edit: Someone remind me tomorrow, I can get a "12345" screencap of my logged-in time.
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