Last night we watched "The Brave One" with Jodi Foster. We love Jodi. And we especially love Jodi with a gun.
Anyway, I won't ruin it for you, but at some point she's separated from her dog. We have not a clue where the dog is. This bothers us, as we think that far too many old men and dogs die in movies. It's not fair.
In fretting over the dog, Curtis, the following conversation ensued:
Cynical: Where's the dog? Where's the dog?
Ragged: I don't know. I don't know.
Cynical: I think it was adopted by a nice family.
Ragged: Me too; and he lives next door to Old Yeller.
Cynical: And they are best friends.
Ragged: And they play all the time.
Denial plus a little imagination is a wonderful thing.
Friday, March 28, 2008
And they lived happily ever after
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5 comments:
I loved the Brave One. Good flick. I fretted about the dog, too, but more about the yumalicious boyfriend... no fair about him...
I'll have to check that one out. I love Jodi with a gun.
Oh I know it! They always kill off the dog! Don't they know what that does to us?! I can't stand it! :) Sounds like you had a good time together anyway, and that's what really counts, right?
I hate that! Why the dog? Why can't they just leave the dog alone?!
I love the episode of Friends where Phoebe finally sees the end of Old Yeller, and then has to go back & watch all the movies her mom censored for her.
Spoiler Alert:
And I am Legend?! That was awful!
Not next door to Old Yeller...rabies is contagious!
I've been wanting to see a good movie so I'll keep The Brave One in mind.
As far as I am Legend...I hope the DVD is packed with alternate endings.
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