This one, though... this one. I'm sorry.
What hurts me the most is the amount of love and dedication that is put into these independent films. I really do not like giving negative reviews to these movies. Blood, sweat, and tears went into this! These are works of passion! I love that, and yet, and yet... every once in a while I stumble upon something that hurts my heart.
WHAT IN THE HELL WAS HAPPENING HERE?
As a viewer I ask little from a horror flick. Generally, the horror story told will unfold and give me all the answers I need to understand if I am patient and receptive:
#1: The Problem
#2: The Reason
#3: The Moral
#4: A Review of What Went Wrong
#5: Why, No Matter What I Do, I Will Still Likely Die A Horrible Death
This one, though, Where The Dogs Divide Her, did none of this. It simply confused me more. In fact, after the film I sat on the couch for 10 minutes with a grimace on my face. My Husband asked me what was wrong and all I could respond with was: "I Am So Angry!" He said it was likely because I lost time, happens a lot with patients who undergo surgery.
This movie was too long, too over-dramatic, had too much indie music, too much too much too much of everything to the point it was pretentious.
What I understood from the film: There is a man who has a problem with something. That is all I gathered!
Apparently there was a woman talking throughout the film but I could not make out what she was saying. There was blood on things, said man was licking dolls, digging in dirt, and apparently speaking with a 19 year old who was supposed to be his dead father.
Here, in GIF form, is the rest of my review of the film:
Suggested pairing: Malt Liquor, PopTarts way past their expiration date, and the tears of small children.
PS: Where The Dogs Divide Her, this is us:
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