It's a true Cats vs. Dogs battle here, and come on! If you think that the über-rabid, über-slobbery St. Bernard is not going to come out on top, then you just don't know how frightening, gross and upsetting this Stephen King adaptation can get. While Gay Purr-ee does provide a solid alternate answer to the eternal question once posed by Paul Newman on the infamous Letterman Oscar telecast, "Where the hell are the singing cats?," it has a long way to go to top Cujo's onslaught. This dog goes hellfire crazy, but a lot of the upset comes out of the sympathy you feel for what appears to be the villain from the outset.
It doesn't matter how much singing and dancing these animated cats do (in a charming and clever film co-written and produced by master Chuck Jones, after all), it doesn't matter if Judy Garland provides her only vocals for an animated production, it doesn't matter if Red Buttons rocks as usual... it just doesn't matter! They will all be washed away in a sea of slobber and spit and blood and grue once Cujo is done turning them into some farm-fresh Mighty Dog... and sends them to where the mice are...
It doesn't matter how much singing and dancing these animated cats do (in a charming and clever film co-written and produced by master Chuck Jones, after all), it doesn't matter if Judy Garland provides her only vocals for an animated production, it doesn't matter if Red Buttons rocks as usual... it just doesn't matter! They will all be washed away in a sea of slobber and spit and blood and grue once Cujo is done turning them into some farm-fresh Mighty Dog... and sends them to where the mice are...
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