I'm sitting here, post-Daily Show when Evan says "I have a movie for you." Looking up, I see he's started Hotel For Dogs from HBO (or Showtime) on demand. This was a film I wanted to see last year, not just for its cute factor (really, how could you not like the premise or the star canines--although Hotel for Cats would be better). Rather, I've always been in love with the title for its sheer descriptive banality. Titles are not a forte of mine, it's true, so I can imagine this was one of those working titles--let's just call it Hotel for Dogs until something better comes along. Clearly it didn't.
I don't know if I can watch the whole thing, though. Not just because of the irritating rapid camera movements and excessive use of wide angle lens, but because of the pathos and melodrama endemic to its premise--homeless animals. I think in another life, I'd be a child running a hotel for dogs AND cats. After all, I have to hug my babies every time an Humane Society or ASPCA spot runs on NY1 (and I have to reassure them that I am indeed a member of both).
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