If you would like reassurance that your testosterone makes you an unrivaled killing machine, this is the documentary for you. A thousand pound female crocodile will be described as being sensitive and caring, with sensitive skin and compassion, but the crap-scattering tail of a hippo is an intimidating adaptation.

The camera work is nice, but they overdo the use of extreme slo-mo, and add horror movie cries and screams over it for dramatic effect. Want to see an eagle take a full minute to move ten feet down a river while a Banshee screams in the background? This is the awful documentary for you.

Oh, and they spend a solid three minutes showing a partially disemboweled baby hippo at the end. This was the WORST.

When the narrator called the hippopotamus "amphibious", I knew this so-called documentary was pure baloney. National Geographic, where are your standards? Do you even know what that means anymore?

Now I am required to add 404 more characters to make my review valid. Like I require and have to earn validation while National Geo operates in a world of donations, producing crap, and pretends they are something special.

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Ok, this had good camera work. It had good narration. It had good pacing. But nothing can forgive that they call the hippo, which is a mammal, amphibious.