After the scourge of talking animal movies audiences have been inflicted with this year, today’s film should come across as a pleasant reprieve. Yes, the title character and main narrative engine is an animal, but we’re not stuck with stupid and/or contrived dialogue to give it a reason for being here. Instead, it serves as main character Sarah’s wake-up call. Played with immense likeability by Beattie Edmondson, Sarah finds herself in an uncannily familiar rom-com situation: Unlucky in love, chomping on snack food on the couch in her pyjamas post-breakup, and in need of some control in her life. After the death of her grandmother, she is left with Granny’s beloved pug Patrick. Hijinks ensue.
For a film with a fairly standard wannabe-Beethoven plot,
this is unfortunately bogged down with sub-plots. Written by director Mandie
Fletcher, publicist Vanessa Davies and
guy-with-more-credits-for-‘Thanks’-than-production Paul de Vos, it’s all too clear
that these people didn’t know what to do with this premise. As such, it gets
artificially puffed out with a love triangle between cute and self-centred vet
Paul Skrein and sentient plank of wood Tom Bennett, a subplot of Sarah starting
a new job as a high school English teacher, friction with the teachers and
students, a charity Fun Run that only adds to the feelings of forced plot, and
all the while, Patrick just wonders around and chews things. The pug one of those
instantly cute dog breeds that lends itself well to cinema (worked well enough
for Men In Black), and even through all the pointlessness, he remains quite
adorable. Everything else? Not so much.
There’s the inescapable vibe that this is yet another
example of light comedy that serves to show a woman taking control of her life…
through means that she didn’t ask or care to receive in the first place. It’s a
bit of an open secret that most if not all films serves to force fictional
characters into frequently embarrassing situations for a form of perceivable
growth, but here, the attempts at that are a little too naked. Even ignoring how cruddy Sarah’s situation is, having to
take care of a rowdy canine while still trying to get her own shit in order,
all of the progression made is more implied than anything else. She just goes
from slightly-younger-Bridget-Jones to literally and metaphorically sailing the
seas of life, all because of the dog she didn’t even ask for. Yeah, I’m sure
having an arguably-non-sentient creature get all the thematic credit for your
work does wonders for self-growth(!)
With how potent the truly awful animal-centric movies have been this year, even this film's biggest problems seem rather quaint by comparison. But once again, just because a film isn't absolute garbage doesn't mean that it should be praised solely for that reason. If anything, at least films like Pup Star: Better 2Gether and even fucking Show Dogs were interesting in how atrocious they were. The best that this can get is boredom with only a mild tinge of irritation.
With how potent the truly awful animal-centric movies have been this year, even this film's biggest problems seem rather quaint by comparison. But once again, just because a film isn't absolute garbage doesn't mean that it should be praised solely for that reason. If anything, at least films like Pup Star: Better 2Gether and even fucking Show Dogs were interesting in how atrocious they were. The best that this can get is boredom with only a mild tinge of irritation.
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