It was movie night at Casa del Oceandoggy last night and we watched the eagerly anticipated Marley and Me. I have been waiting for this movie to become available on NetFlix ever since I read the book. I have often felt that Marley and Me is our generation’s Old Yeller and I was really hoping the movie would be great.
Even after it was announced that Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson would play the lead roles and even after seeing all the release posters showing Jennifer with Marley on her shoulders, I remained hopeful that Hollywood and Jennifer wouldn’t eff up another great story.
My hopes were dashed last night.
Somehow, some kinda way, Hollywood managed to take a moving story about a dog’s life and death and turn it into a cutesy lovefest celebrating two blandly mediocre actors. And, oh yeah, did I mention there was a dog?
Except for the end, Marley was totally moved to the periphery. In scene after scene we watched as Jennifer was cutely perfect and Owen was cutely imperfect and Marley bounded around in the background chewing on things. Um, did I mention there was a dog?
Not only did Marley lose his story, he lost his identity. In the final twenty minutes or so every scene has a different Marley. They were changing dogs like a stripper changing costumes. Heeelllllooooooo, did I mention there was supposed to be a dog?
Finally, at the end of a movie largely devoted to Jennifer and Owen someone remembered that the dog has to die and it’s done in a grandiose style befitting a NASA space launch. Believe me, I’ve been there and done that and it ain’t nothin’ like that. Owen looks cutely imperfectly sad and Jennifer looks cutely perfectly sad, but life has to go on and hooboy, did I mention there’s a dog?
I only hope that Jennifer and Owen made enough money on this film they can retire and not infect us any longer with their cutesy pithiness.
Oceandoggy’s take? Lift your leg and pee on this one.
I REFUSE to see this movie. I know the ending, however bland it might be, would set me back months emotionally. I literally cried for days after watching I am Legend. Have you seen it?
I wanted to see it, but now I think I’ll skip. I wanted to see it more for the dogs than the actors, but if it’s more about the actors than the dogs, pshh.
I saw the movie without having read the book and even I realized there was a problem. It was like the completely forgot about the dog until they remembered he had to die.
The movie was a fine enough way to spend a couple of mindless hours, but I’m sure if I had read the book (which I should have), I’d probably be pretty ticked off.
there was a dog?
All I remember is I kept thinking that Jennifer can still rock a pair of jeans.