![]() ![]() The film's leonine perspective makes you shift your attitude toward the wilderness pecking order. Particularly stunning are the many, mostly bloodless, scenes of the sisters going after slow springboks (an oxymoron, to be sure) and, more impossibly, alert giraffes. ![]() But what images! Tim Liversedge, Roar's primary filmmaker-he produced, directed, and photographed it-has lived in southern Africa for more than 40 years, and his proximity to the lions and other animals is unparalleled. The big-screen story was compressed from a couple of years of filming, so there's a certain amount of narrative tinkering going on with the images, which are sometimes emphatically interpreted in the narration from John Hurt sound-alike James Garrett. But off in the scrub there's a younger, more volatile male waiting to take over the whole setup, and most likely wipe out the cubs in the bargain. He has managed to maintain his pride for a long three years, and his constant rutting with the older sibling has just resulted in five cubs who bear his superior genes. Our hero is spectacularly lazy he spends most of his time yawning in the shade while two lionesses, lanky sisters, find fresh springboks for him. ![]() The central character here, in a tale set around a shallow watering hole in the middle of a dry pan in central Botswana, is a three-metre-long giant of a lion. Or worse, it's a frickin' desert! For Roar: Lions of the Kalahari, playing themselves in this unusually focused IMAX adventure, Charles Darwin isn't just the name of some guy with a beard but is the author of an abiding principle of survival that's played out every minute of every day. In case you haven't heard, it's a jungle out there. ![]()
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