This concludes my coverage of this wonderful film about dinosaurs. But first, an actual personal note about why I don’t like this movie.
As a child, I never understood the concept of talking animals. I always wanted the animals depicted to stay true to the subject matter of their natural counterparts. When I watched Walking With Dinosaurs for the first time a long time ago, I was so taken with how well the narration meshed with the action taking place around the prehistoric animals because, for the most part, the actions of the animals spoke for themselves, and the narrator spoke on very general terms to talk to us about the evolutionary history of one species or to announce where an individual was going. The fact that people are talking over the actions of the dinosaurs and narrating everything the dinosaurs are doingis just cumbersome and redundant. Watching a Pachyrhinosaurus struggling on the ice and hearing the dinosaur’s voice or inner monologue or whatever say “I’m struggling on the ice!” is just completely jarring and distracts from the point of the narrative. It’s also stupid because it, like many forms of dinosaur media directed to kids, talks down to children by assuming that they absolutely need poop jokes and constant narration for them to be interesting. If you’re a child and you’re interested in dinosaurs, chances are you’ll be interested in watching a movie mostly because it has dinosaurs in it, with a narrator whose job is not to be blatantly obvious about what’s happening and/or make slightly raunchy jokes, but to actually provide exposition that enriches and enhances the movie to make it more understandable and, thus, easier to follow for a child. That’s the purpose that the narrator served in the original WWD, which, despite its scientific inaccuracies, was a masterful program in comparison to this childish charade of a film.
I haven’t seen it, but I’ve seen many clips, and it’s enough to tell me how bad it is. Thank you.