As a baby boomer myself, "Arctic Tale" falls just short of the Disney gems. But the aquatic adventures of the walruses alone get my seal of approval.

Although lacking the lyric force of March of the Penguins and Winged Migration, the film combines a great story with world-class photography to tell a unique National Geographic tale.

It makes you extremely grateful that Smell-O-Vision was never perfected.

If it's sometimes a little too pat, a little too cute, bear in mind that this film's target audience is the post-Barney, pre-Bratz set and not John James Audubon.

Arctic Tale tries to be everything to everyone but fails at all.

(like) those cunningly engineered Disney 'True-Life Adventures'... in which scorpions appeared to dance... and supposedly lovelorn squirrels awaited what the narrator called their 'moment of fulfillment.'

I'm willing to overlook some lowest-common-denominator idiocy in favor of some well-produced nature photography.

A well-intentioned film that isn’t a documentary and isn’t a very good adventure story.

Some kids at the screening I attended were growing restless ... and so was I.

Child-pandering and overly anthropomorphized, Arctic Tale is a blatant cash-grab by National Geographic Films.