At a hearty recommendation from my father, Sarah and I went to the Kentucky Theater to see “March of the Penguins.”

Oh. My. Word.

I have never seen a movie quit so tedious. The penguins walk. They stand. They walk. They stand some more. They walk some more.

There’s a brief, shining moment near the middle where the predators show up, and I found myself cheering for them. But then the penguins stand around some more.

I endured it, because Sarah liked it. I can usually persuade myself to enjoy a movie that Sarah is enjoying, but this was beyond that threshold.