Birds fly, they migrate in search of food, they become prey to other birds, they try to protect their new-born from falling prey to other birds, they become prey to hunters and other creatures, they fall victim to man's creations from industrialization, and the leftovers continue to fly. All so nice, if it weren't for that lousy title song about "birds flying hi, in the sky, up in the clouds". Have you ever seen "Silent Running" about this guy in space who is trying to save the last forest in a spaceship that is bound to get destroyed? Remember the Joan Baez song there about how lovely trees and flowers are? Imagine watching a film set in outer space, and then hearing the acoustic-guitar Joan Baez song. That's exactly how the title song for "Winged Migration" makes you feel. If you can get past that, the rest of Bruno Nicolais' music is beautiful, as it was in "MicroCosmos". A bird documentary doesn't get more up-close-and-personal than this.
Review of Winged Migration
