Hotel for Dogs Reviews
Marking its territory in the mind-boggling middle ground between Schindler's List and Beverly Hills Chihuahua, the cartoonish kid pic Hotel for Dogs turns out to be a weirdly oblivious Holocaust parable.
It's sad to see a promising fantasy turn into yet another industrial-scale fantasy-delivery system that beats up on its audience with mindless intensity and undercuts its own humanity.
The dogs include a fine three-legged fellow who reminded me of my in-law's old dog, Buddy, and that's the sort of movie we have here. You use it to think about dogs you once knew, or the ones whose company you're enjoying at present.
A laughless, gadget-geared and poop-obsessed kid comedy based on a Lois Duncan book, it will sorely test any parent hoping to have a few laughs with the kids and make it home without a side trip to the Humane Society.
The dogs in Hotel For Dogs perform breathtaking stunts, touching love scenes, heart-breaking soliloquies with their eyes and clever, clever tricks. The human actors get upstaged at every turn.