My kids drug me today, resisting ever so slightly, to see a dog movie w/ voice overs. Dogs in DRESSES. Getting SPA TREATMENTS.
But, it wasn't bad. "Beverly Hills Chihuahua," that is. Really, it wasn't. I don't think we GREW too many brain cells with a less than thought-provoking epic, but the writing was rather clever and not too corny. And the music and scenery were fun. It was kind of "action-y," too. And we certainly didn't WASTE too many brain cells like we did when we spent money and cells on Shrek III.
And, if all German Shepherds talked like Andy Garcia, I'd be heading to the pound for one TOMORROW. Because Andy made this Shepherd one sex-ay hound. In a very loyal and humble way. No offense to Andy. Or the Shepherd.
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