Films like Winged Migration are certainly rare. It's not quite a documentary, and definitely not fiction. It's a fictiumentary. Or it's just images and music and birds.
We didn't expect to really be in the mood for it. It's hard to convince yourself to sit down and watch a movie with no plot, no real story, at least not beyond "Birds fly north. Birds fly south. Repeat."
In 5 minutes we were captivated. It's so beautiful, so miraculous, that you're drawn right in. It's a completely new perspective. Bird flight always seems so effortless. We see little birds just jump up and off they go, beating their wings faster than you can see. And the big birds just glide along, casually taking it all in.
But then, up close, it looks like a lot of work. If you imagine the birds wings as their arms, you can see that they're working their asses off, constantly fighting gravity and wind resistance, and they do it for thousands of miles. That reminds me, I've got to get to the gym.
I also recommend the "Making Of" featurette included on the DVD. They actually raised these birds and made them think that people in yellow rain jackets with bicycle horns were their mothers, and that ultralight aircraft were part of their flock. The film involved 500 people and 300 trips, to every continent on earth. Do you capitalize earth? Seems like you should.
The featurette is also noteworthy for their decision to translate all of the audible French into English, even when the people are saying things like, "Go. Yes. Go."
Overall, on a scale of Cameroon 
to Paraguay 
, I give this film an Uzbekistan 
.
