Literally for crying out loud

Literally for crying out loud

Wife dragged me to this movie because she wanted to see something light and wholesome. Arrrgghhh, well, I'm not opposed to kid's films, as studios like Pixar and Dreamworks are quite good at adding enough adult story to keep it interesting. So I went. Theater wasn't full, but there were only tw types of people there, old couples (yeah yeah) and mothers with a herd of kids. Joker_Here_we_go.gif.

Hoo boy. 100 minutes of barely watchable cliche story of various people growing up/old with a dog. From the dog's POV, of course. Everything is focused solidly of the tykes. There was only one set gag with the cat that was funny. Everything else was a setup for a saccharine series of doggy death scenes that had every kid in the theater sniffling and weeping. That appeared to be this films version of a money shot. "Can I make the little bastards cry" Yes you can.

The final ending reveal of what a dog's purpose is is something the kids will no doubt remember as profound, and then years later when they re-watch it they'll think, "The fuck, was that all? I don't remember it being this bad." So, 100 minutes I'll never get back, but Dennis Quaid got another paycheck for only about 30 minutes of screen time, so I guess it's a wash.

Final score: only go if have kids you want to make cry. Bring a book.