Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

Story: It's very simple but honestly that is fine.

Never have I been more relieved to be a cat person.Oh. My. God. Where to start? How can I accurately compose my thoughts regarding this... this... in front of me, without spluttering like a madman and losing all self control? I'll try... (and probably fail). I dislike a lot of films, I genuinely HATE some... but there an elite category out there... of ones that REALLY p*ss me off. They offend me on any conceivable level... they aren't just bad, they are also an insult to every thinking person anywhere. Red Dog, welcome to the herd.The story is apparently based on an Australian legend, of a hound that turned up one day in a working community, ingratiated himself with the labourers before settling down with a Nice Young Man in that neighbourhood. When that Nice Young Man dies in an automobile accident, the dog decides to wait by the man's house for weeks on end for him to return. AAHHH how loyal, you might think.And then, comes the most single boneheaded scene I have witnessed in a motion picture for eons. The doggie goes walkabout all around Down Under for years... to find his lost master!!!! He hitches lifts on cars, planes, trains... And all the while people are walking past him and shaking their heads sadly(?) All this is done in slow motion with sad music in the background and a ponderous narration to make it all emotional... But I must confess... I haven't laughed so long, and so hard at anything for ages. The same goes for the companion that I watched it with... and she's got 5 mutts of her own. We both agreed that this was indeed, the most stupid animal to ever appear on the Silver Screen.I have a few questions... WHY did no-one take the dog to a shelter? HOW did it survive for so long 'out there'? WHO kept letting it in their various vehicles? And if the hound is so smart (which we keep being told) how could it not figure out it's master was brown bread, instead of gallivanting around the world like Forrest Gump... complete with a giant map of course, and a red line to indicate where it had gone. It even crosses into JAPAN for godsake. JAPAN!! The fact this ridiculous behaviour is treated with such solemnity makes it all the funnier, and anyone who is moved by such abysmal scriptwriting I would suggest is the same kind of blubbering wreck that turned Princess Diana's death into a national embarrassment. Hankies at the ready...BUT WAIT!! This is only one in a long assembly line of unbelievably badly handled sentimental moments, phoney baloney mawkish scenes and a supporting character who I would quite happily kill. No, you don't even have to pay me any money... it would be my pleasure. I am of course referring to The Italian. This guy... this guy... he has an accent which makes Manuel's from Fawlty Towers seem bearable, he goes on about his Home Country non-stop throughout (if its so great, why don't you go back there?) and he overemotes EVERY. SINGLE. REACTION. SHOT. His crowning moment of lunacy though, is when he falls in love with a vet's assistant. In one of the most disturbing flights of fancy ever, he imagines: kissing her, marrying her, giving birth to his baby...It's not just because he thinks up all this creepy crap THE VERY SECOND HE MEETS HER. It's just the thought that someone so attractive might do that... WITH THIS GUY. The worst import from Europe, bar none. And yes, I do include the bubonic plague in that. What's his next move? Why, he steals the dog, and takes it back to the vet week after week with made up illnesses, all the time wearing his best suit and with flowers in tow. Does she ever twig, based on his soppy demeanor, his silly clothes, cheap gifts and fake canine maladies that he has a thing for her? Of course not. And do his psycho tactics work? HELL YEAH!! Note: Do not try this in real life... it'll likely condemn you to a mental institution. Maybe they DO deserve each other, with their terminal stupidity.SSOOOO... everyone is in love with this pooch. We are bombarded with miscellanious characters telling us "He's the most famous dog in Australian history". He even has a statue put up of him after he croaks it. But based on the evidence the film shows us, he is just a worthless mongrel who begs for food, abandons his friends and family for years on a wild goose chase and doesn't even follow simple commands well. Yet, he is worshipped as some kind of deity every time he walks through the factory, as ALL the humans stop whatever they are doing to fawn over this common creature singing songs about him, drinking in his honour... Even though he's done NOTHING to deserve it. Heck, Lassie must've saved dozens of lives, and he didn't even get a medal. Either they're all total morons with no lives, or they've been implanted with post-hypnotic suggestions to behave like a load of star-crossed ninnies. I'll be kind, I'll go with the latter.And then of course, we have the sad ending, where the dog dies on the grave on it's master in another blatant display of audience manipulation. Then we get the montage of his life, the introduction of a replacement puppy... and my hanky was thoroughly dry. My sick bucket wasn't though. I've never, ever seen a more shameless attempt at wringing out the tear ducts with such awful material. So no, before you ask, I didn't enjoy it. Hardy Har Har. 0/10

Diane and I saw this gem last night on TV because, unfortunately, we missed it when it was on the big screen some months ago. I adore Australian films; they are everything that Hollywood isn't: warm, believable, non-violent, real, heart-warming, under-the-top.The "critics" seemed to dislike the film for all these reasons: these were absent from this true story. I have read their critic comments and they have thrown in those word-gems that any person commenting about a film can always pulls out; that action in itself is the cliché' that they fulminate against. These critics and commentators have a folder filled with words and phrases that they use if the film is actually a believable, human film that is something to which a person can relate.The film itself takes place in an area of this state in which I live; an area that is hugely rich in iron ore but an area that is extremely hot, isolated and difficult in which to live. This area is home to people of a calibre that I could never hope to be: strong, resilient and stoic. Therefore, for people (mainly guys because of the nature of the work) with these personality traits to show such respect and love to a stray dog says something positive about them. Yes, they do fall into personality types; the core of the film, humans bonding with animals, has been seen many times before but who wrote the rules for script writing. Screen coldness is out of date, its old hat; it has been seen in all its forms and it comes up wanting more times than not.Red Dog is a story from which many, many elements can be wrung. Rent it, you will not be sorry!

After seeing the movie, I questioned myself why I even watched it. It is a dull story of a stray dog which people adore for no reason. S what if the dog was searching for its owner? It was just following it's instincts, it was not from true heart. An instinct is like a looping program. Dogs are programmed to stay near their owner. It just followed its program! Whereas a dog is always happy to see its owner, you need to work to get your cat's respect. That is the difference between a cat and a dog. There is no such thing as animal loyalty. Only people are capable of that. Do not think that animals are equal to humans in emotions, because animals will always stay beasts and they must never replace a human. That is that. Since there is no 0 rating, I give 1/10+1 for beautiful landscapes which distract you from the movie.

Not since Old Yeller have I seen a better movie about a dog. This one happens to be based on a real dog and the legend he has become in Australia. Filmed on location in Dampier, Western Australia where mining is the major industry, it tells a heart warming story of how a stray kind of a Dingo Irish Setter looking mixed breed befriends the entire mining community with it's stubborn irresistible temperament. It is a classic tale where the dog chooses his person and makes his decision perfectly clear. His charm is so convincing that everybody he meets is like puddy in his paws. Really being nobody's dog he is determined to be common, where he is a much a part of the community as any person. It's like going on a cool roller coaster ride. I highly recommend it.