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See Spot Run
- A family film for an era when "family
film" means scatological jokes, gratuitous violence, and shapeless
storytelling, See Spot Run is about par for the course.
Punctuated by many a lowbrow moment (scenes of combustible zebra
flatulence, for instance), Spot has trouble staying true to
its major story line despite the latter's redeeming qualities. That
story concerns an FBI-trained Bullmastiff
who flees the wrath of a mobster (Paul Sorvino) and ends up in the
care of a pooch-averse postman (David Arquette) and the latter's
little neighbor (Angus T. Jones). With a nutball like Arquette in
the lead (and vigorous support work from comic Anthony Anderson of
Me, Myself, and Irene), the antics come fast and furious,
including a wild bit of slapstick in which Arquette simultaneously
gets his head stuck in a fishbowl and his body densely wrapped in
helium-inflated plastic. On the other hand, there's a touching
simplicity to the relationship between man and
Bullmastiff, each of whom has been terribly lonely in his own
way. Sure, the filmmakers went for some cheap laughs, but there is
much else here that is harder-earned. |
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See Spot Run
- A family film for an era when "family
film" means scatological jokes, gratuitous violence, and shapeless
storytelling, See Spot Run is about par for the course.
Punctuated by many a lowbrow moment (scenes of combustible zebra
flatulence, for instance), Spot has trouble staying true to
its major story line despite the latter's redeeming qualities. That
story concerns an FBI-trained Bullmastiff
who flees the wrath of a mobster (Paul Sorvino) and ends up in the
care of a pooch-averse postman (David Arquette) and the latter's
little neighbor (Angus T. Jones). With a nutball like Arquette in
the lead (and vigorous support work from comic Anthony Anderson of
Me, Myself, and Irene), the antics come fast and furious,
including a wild bit of slapstick in which Arquette simultaneously
gets his head stuck in a fishbowl and his body densely wrapped in
helium-inflated plastic. On the other hand, there's a touching
simplicity to the relationship between man and
Bullmastiff, each of whom has been terribly lonely in his own
way. Sure, the filmmakers went for some cheap laughs, but there is
much else here that is harder-earned. |
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