Heart-wrenching footage of polar cubs wrestling and caribou mothers pushing their young to higher ground isn't necessary to educate the viewer on the thoroughly depressing domino effect of melting sea ice. But hot damn, does it help. Greg MacGillivray's To the Arctic, the latest round of nature porn to hit the big screen, is less about storytelling and more about the stunning cinematic feats achieved in capturing life at 30 below. Narrated by Meryl Streep (with a voice like organic farmers marketing lavender honey) and featuring music by Paul McCartney (late '60s-early '70s Beatle goodness), Arctic is a way to meet our maker in 40 minutes. If you're not itching to throw on a Superman cape and save the whole damn world by the time the credits roll, we can't help you. Catch it in IMAX and 3D if you can swing it, because the gimmick works its butt off for this film.
