‘Winged Migration’ simply soars
The movie’s [Winged Migration by Jacques Perrin] poetry, not its mechanics, will galvanize most viewers and cause them to look at birds less complacently, maybe for the rest of their lives. It’s a robust, multifaceted, gloriously accessible poetry, in turn exciting, contemplative and giddy. Moments of this movie made me as unreasonably happy as reading Edward Lear’s great nonsense poem ‘The Pelican Chorus’ with its ‘Herons and gulls, and Cormorants black,/ Cranes and flamingoes with scarlet back,/Plovers and Storks and Geese in Clouds,/Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds./Thousands of birds in wondrous flight!’
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