March of the Penguins Review

I found some free time between filming to duck into a local theater to watch March of the Penguins. It was a good film, a great break from the usual Hollywood crap that I'm used to. Unfortunately, about 45 minutes into the film I was spotted by a couple of autograph seeking fans. I told the girls that I would only sign if they promised to keep quiet and not alert anyone else that I was in the theater. The brunette slipped me her phone number, which I promptly stuck in a tub of old popcorn, as only models or actresses need apply.