I first saw The Living Desert in 1954. I saw it multiple times that summer and I remember how awestruck I was. As an impressionable young person, that had grown up in rural Arkansas, with wild animals of all sorts around and in our home, I thought a movie showing flowers blooming, animals doing what animals do and all in vivid color was absolutely the best. To the person who commented about the narration, I recall to this day, some 50 plus years later, the entertainment value of the movie visually, however, the narration I have forgotten. I suppose it was not as politically correct as some would like by today's standards, and I guess that wasn't such a big issue for me.
Review of The Living Desert
