This movie will hurt your soul. The writer of this movie should be charged with obscene crimes against humanity. The star of this movie, the dog, presumably committed doggie suicide after being involved in such a sad and depressing project.
What is with Hollywood? In their world you can only succeed if you love animals while hating humans. Or if you're an exceptionally unattractive and unfunny minority comedienne. If you're not Whoopie-fied, you will always betray your friends and relatives, while offing other people like so many gnats.
I would venture that producers/writers/director/actors probably don't own mutts.
I hate movies like this. Was it written by a rabid pro-death college student? Who has such a pessimistic view of life? Who financed this madness? I don't care who was in this evacuated bowel of a movie, it stank like 3 day old shrimp peels in a half full Alpo can in the sun out on the deck.
Pure pain. Pure soul destroying Hollywood pain.
