Fifteen minutes into March of the Penguins, a hyperactive, fidgeting, very annoying six year-old boy is admonished by his mother for the umpteenth time.
KID. But whennnn is it gonna start?
MOM. What do you mean?
KID. The movie! When's it gonna start?
MOM. This is it.
KID. This isn't it!
MOM. I told you. This is real .The penguins are not animated.
KID. <long exasperated sigh>