The glorious Gordon Buchanan goes on a hunt for snow wolves up in the arctic circle and the results are charming and a little melancholy. The results depend on how much you like watching Buchanan in tents of various sizes pontificating on the location of the aforementioned wolves and the charming-but-illusory concept of him on his own (he's being filmed by someone, surely) bonding with this wild clan of woofers. I do very much like him, so it comfortably enters the canon of his soporific little "and me" documentaries. Whether it held enough content to be spread across two episodes is another question. Perhaps I'll set up a tent and scope out the answer from afar.
Review of Snow Wolf Family and Me
