The Truth About Cats And Dogs Details

[Highly rated reviewer]

The truth about dogs, anyway

I have a real issue with one of the basic tenets of this film, that is at best lazy and at worst insulting. Namely, that the film makes the basic assumption that us men, poor distracted creatures that we are, cannot help but turn into warm, jibbering puddles on the floor at the sight of a tall, blonde lady.

Maybe it's just me, but purely in terms of looks, speaking as an experienced letch, I'd take Garofolo over Thurman every time. And this is not just me being a contray, PC thug and saying I'd take the hairy dyke over the blonde. I read the Sun, I like lager and football, and I have an ill-informed and violent prejudice against immigrants and gays. To me, Ms Thurman looks like a praying mantis in a wig, and honks like a moomin. Garofolo, hairy dyke or no, is a very good looking woman. It's true that I do like short women, because height is literally the only thing I have to make me feel superior to them, but it can't just be that.

Perhaps I'm a one in a million, but I don't think so. I also appreciate that I am probably the only person in the world to get on his high horse about a film having the temerity to assume that I will be attracted to a leading actress.

Enchanting, almost Shakespearean.

A delightful film which, on an emotional level, is very similar to 'Sleepless in Seattle'.

The plot hinges on a somewhat improbable case of mistaken identity. However, if you can suspend disbelief and go with the flow, it is full of humour and heartwarming moments. The three human leading actors, are equally brilliant, and the dog is a real scene stealer. (The cat, I regret to say, was nothing special, unless you happen to be crazy about cats in which case it was OK.) Strongly recommended for viewers of both sexes, although women might just enjoy it a little more than the men.