Lucie Meaker-Moore

Before I watched this film, I had terminal hemorrhoids. To be frank, we weren’t sure that I would make it. Every day I woke up in pain, and every night I prayed for eternal slumber. It was a never ending nightmare with no remedy. However, that would all change. Watching this movie not only cured my hemorrhoids, but miraculously resurrected my late nana from the grave. Together, we admired this delicately woven tapestry of a movie hand in hand and reveled in the godlike magnificence of Cody Maverick. Nothing parallels the genuine father-son relationship between Big Z and Cody Maverick- except perhaps my dynamic with the janitor at my school. One could argue that the heartfelt banter between Maverick and his peers is the pumping lifeblood that keeps the movie alive. And do not get me started on the animation- I have never seen a 3d penguin so expertly fleshed out and attractive as Lani. Every time she appears in the film or opens her slender beak to talk, the screen is graced with the sexiest prescience known to mankind. Truly, hats off to the animators. Plot-wise, this movie has no flaws. Absolutely none. Between the playful satire and sincere sentiment, this movie dually provides an easygoing viewing experience and important philosophy on the values of success. When Cody finally has the epiphany that winning is not everything, seeing that smile on his face absolutely fills me will glee. Both Nana and I can agree that peeing ourselves instead of going to the bathroom so we could watch those vital scenes were 100% worth it. After watching the movie, I started noticing a few peculiar changes with myself. I realized that I related to Cody more than anyone else in the world. I decided I would embrace that to its full extent. Immediately after I finished the film, I grabbed my keys and sped down to Party City in my 2007 Toyota Sienna. There, I bought all the black and white feathers and paint I could find, as well as the closest thing to a beak I had to disassemble from a Big Bird costume. Seven hours, 2 gallon paint, a bottle of super glue and three bags of feathers later- my transformation was nearly complete. Physically, I was a penguin. But I still lacked one vital part that was crucial to the embracing of my true character. Surfing. Who was Cody Maverick without surfing? I live in the suburbs, and the closest beach was about an hour and a half drive from my house. Realistically, that wasn’t an option. So I did the next closest thing. I fished an old boogie board out of the shed and secured it to my skateboard with several feet of duct tape. I then tied my makeshift surfboard to the back of my van with a rope. Once I had made sure that everything was functioning properly, I instructed my brother to drive me around the neighborhood. There I was- penguin and all, surfing. Wind blowing through my feathers. It was like something clicked inside my head. This was who I was meant to be. Screw the hemorrhoids, screw my parents; I found myself. Finally. Unfortunately, a big wave caught me off guard and my surfing journey was cut short. And by big wave, I mean that the skateboard wheel hit a rock while my brother was turning left and I flew off the board into the neighbors yard. Luckily, the neighbors came to my rescue quite quickly, as they had been watching from afar in admiration. Two broken ribs, a fractured arm, a concussion and internal bleeding, the doctor told me. I must be rushed into surgery right away. So now I am in the hospital with a $60,000 medical bill in the American healthcare system. Despite all that has happened, I have no regrets and cannot recommend this movie enough.