Into Great Silence
Sort of like March of the Penguins. Only more meaningful. And without Morgan Freeman (whose voice I really do like) emoting when an egg gets dropped. Or whatever.

I’m sure I’ll have to go alone for this one. It might be asking a bit much of the boys… Silence is one of those things that is not handled easily by many people. I don’t always do well with silence, as much as I crave it.

Getting over the second cold I’ve had in two weeks, I can only think how long it would take before some sniffling, throat clearing or sneezing would drive me insane in that atmosphere. I’m getting on my own nerves in a not-too-quiet environment. Did I mention I gave up non-essential music for Lent? Or did I say I’m not talking about what I gave up?

Cultivating interior silence is much more work than drowning everything out with TV, CDs and iTunes. I suppose I could try to help my family cultivate a spirit of silence. But I wouldn’t bet on it. Things haven’t been the same since we read in a book for Tourette’s parents that TV at dinner can help create a more calm atmosphere. I despise television at meals, but Rick comes from a family that can’t digest their food without TV, so the Tourette’s book sealed the deal. Sorry…I’m lapsing into kvetching.

Back to the subject at hand.
1) The auteur is Gröning, not Groening.
2) The trailer is well suited to watching at work. (unlike, say, Snakes on a Plane.)
3) I doubt if Angry Alien will be able to do a “Into Great Silence in Thirty Seconds – with Bunnies.” Though I would probably enjoy it.