No need for the usual sort of round-up I do in my reviews. They make friends. They both die. It's the fate that all flesh is heir to.
Although I have a strong sentimental streak, when the the film-makers telegraph their intentions with as strong a fist as they do here, in the title, my attitude shifts from accepting the story as it is offered to a sneering "Make me cry! I double-dog dare you!" This one ran through all the notes in a most obvious fashion and came nowhere near communicating its message of the universality of the human condition.
In addition, the copy offered at the Eye Institute site on Youtube is not particularly good. The long titles -- always a sign that the film makers have no confidence in their ability to tell their story visually -- have degraded and infected the rest of the film.
Although I have a strong sentimental streak, when the the film-makers telegraph their intentions with as strong a fist as they do here, in the title, my attitude shifts from accepting the story as it is offered to a sneering "Make me cry! I double-dog dare you!" This one ran through all the notes in a most obvious fashion and came nowhere near communicating its message of the universality of the human condition.
In addition, the copy offered at the Eye Institute site on Youtube is not particularly good. The long titles -- always a sign that the film makers have no confidence in their ability to tell their story visually -- have degraded and infected the rest of the film.
