The Penguin Lessons

'The Penguin Lessons' is hearty viewing. Steve Coogan plus penguin is a recipe for success so the films delivers in that respect, I think any movie with a cute little flipper is going to be impossible to dislike. Everything with the penguin is sweet, much with Coogan is funny.

It's a really interesting plot, one that is based upon a rather incredible true event. The backdrop of 1970s Argentina adds a fresh edge to it all, so it's not simply a flick that relies on its cute animal. As serious as the flick gets (still reeling from that gut punch tbh), it is amusing stuff too.

Coogan is a smart choice of lead, although I could also weirdly visualise Rowan Atkinson and someone else I've since forgotten (ffs) in the role too. Obviously I know who Coogan is and do like him, but aside from 'Night at the Museum' I always forget about him - not here.

Vivian El Jaber brings a praiseworthy performance as well, likewise Alfonsina Carrocio. Jonathan Pryce is terrific casting as the headmaster, that first scene with him is great. Björn Gustafsson, albeit more minimally, is solid too. The kid actors are OK, for what it's worth.

"Penguins, Politics, and Emotional Potholes"
Steve Coogan plays a comically reprehensible and emotionally vacant man drifting through life. He lands in Argentina in 1976—just as the country edges into a military coup—and finds himself teaching English at a boys' school. Circumstances, both absurd and touching, lead him to reluctantly befriend a penguin.

This unlikely relationship sparks a journey of personal growth and rediscovery. Or at least, that’s the idea.

Coogan’s performance is both heartwarming and jarring, and I’m not sure if that tonal contradiction was intentional on director Peter Cattaneo’s part or just the result of tonal whiplash. I wanted to like his character. I tried to root for him. But for some reason, I couldn’t quite follow the arc of his redemption. While others in the film gradually warm to him, I remained stuck—still staring into the void of his character’s emptiness.

Then there’s the setting. Placing a penguin-centric personal redemption story in the middle of Argentina’s 1976 coup feels... off. Historically accurate, yes. But I couldn’t shake the sense that the filmmakers were using the backdrop of real political trauma as a kind of moral seasoning—maybe even a veiled commentary on today’s geopolitical climate. Not inherently wrong, but the juxtaposition of soft-and-fuzzy personal growth with state-sponsored terror left me disoriented. In the end, I think the film's warm intentions got diluted by its ambitions.