Sugar done told you 100 times where everyone was at, where the danger was, and not one of you bipedal mother fuckers had the fucking common decency to listen. Sorry you lost an arm Dave, and you Haley needed tourniquets to hold yourself together, but, real talk, don’t lock Sugar in god damn death trap of a flooding house.
Dario Argento’s careful examination on Neena’s transformation from token guide dog to human protector would have garnered 4 stars, but an obvious lack of concentration of central narrative has cost it 2.5. To start, Neena is not introduced until the second act. Prof. Jubjub enjoys a slow burn, but a decidedly, and painful, wait to introduce the protagonist of the story robs the film of authenticity. To the film’s credit, Neena is portrayed with emotional acuity and sensitivity, showing growth…
Either Peter Jackson did too many drugs, or I didn't do enough...
Uh-oh...humans can turn invisible...guess dog kind is in trouble now, we'd better "watch" out. Nice try oppressors, but we can smell the gin and cigarettes wafting off you a quarter mile away. Go on, you think being invisible gives you the upper hand? Maybe makes you feel a little froggy? Well I say go ahead and jump, mother fuckers...
This film raises a philosophical question...If the main character dies and none of the other characters even knows he's dead, was his life worthless? The dog (who the farmers couldn't bother to name) died because, why? He was being a dog...and not just a dog, a good dog. Everyone loves the dog when he's herding sheep and protecting the house, but a little half-lamb, half-human sheep fuck offspring shows up, and no one even notices the dog is dead, which…
You know why John Carpenter is classy? Because he didn't show the dead, eaten dog...he never showed the fucking dog David...
A dog just melts? Really thinking outside the box on that one, Roth...
Regardless of her past, she's going to try and kill 101 dogs...we're just going to over look that? Pretend she wasn't haul assing around in her Deville trying to run over dogs for the pelts? When roles are reversed, the dog's called Cujo and everyone tries to kill it...
So glad our human overlords love us so much they can't protect us...I mean, fuck, just release me...I have some wolf in me...and full candor, I wouldn't be in danger if I wasn't protecting you...
A good movie built on the back of a dogs corpse...