The Dog movie is basically a family enforcer — practically a tool of the Christian Nationalists, who I consider to be the most dangerous religion currently infesting our world. In the past, Islamic Fundamentalism was probably the most dangerous, but since the failure of the “Arab Spring,” this U.S. grown and international Christian terrorist organization is threatening everything.
Thus, it’s a good reason to stay away from a dog movie, which is ALWAYS about a: a dog suffering a separation from his family and making enormous strides to get back home — like Dorothy in Oz, which was also, basically, about a dog; or a dog that dies at the end, like Marley or Old Yeller, cementing the rightness of the heterosexual experience, including children to replace said dog.
I don’t doubt for a second that a dog can be loved by a human, but I also think it’s one aspect of love, not an equal love. And it’s for the simple reason that you mourn a dog for a few days and then get over it. If it’s a baby or a child you’ve lost, or even in the nearly heartbreaking “Adolescence,” which is now on Netflix, your 13 year old, you mourn for years and sometimes don’t recover.
But this movie is not about a dog healing a family, thank God, or returning to a family, or dying sacrificially so a family can move on. It is about a single woman and a Great Dane that her best friend — a human being — asked her “outside his last will and testament” — to take. Then he committed suicide.
The suicide is hardly talked about in the movie, but it’s essential. What the dog seems to do is two things: remind her, continually, of her best friend, and threaten, passively, to cause her to lose her rent controlled apartment.
It’s not chatted about too much in the movie, other than, “the dog has to go or you’ll be evicted.” But being evicted from a NYC rent controlled apartment which she finagled after her dad died, is like being kicked out of a productive gold mine. It’s huge. She will not find another apartment like that anywhere — only word of mouth or relations get you into those, and even then, the rent is raised, sometimes to market levels. She will have to go to the far edges of Manhattan to keep a home over her head, as well as the dog.
And I forgot what I was going to say.
I think, perhaps, it’s because it is a single woman who is a writer and editor, and not one who is desperately looking for the right man to make her life complete, that the movie works in its most subtle ways. It doesn’t beat you over the head with the typical tropes of a dog movie, and the dog itself, a Great Dane, is filmed in an unusual way in that he is probably the least expressive dog in any dog movie I’ve seen, and many that I’ve not seen. The dog is — in movie terms — the least human dog that’s been filmed. It doesn’t raise one eye, or cock its head, or act guilty for pooping (and in one case, for tearing up her apartment). The dog is mourning too — one of the characters makes that point. And the writer’s ultimate intent is to get her main character to realize that her friend didn’t just “kill himself.” He caused a great deal of pain, confusion, anger and the rest of the stuff that comes when someone commits suicide for reasons that can’t be understood.
I’ve known, I can’t even count, many suicides. Most were suffering from severe depression but another was suffering from AIDS and simply didn’t want to go through the end stage of that disease (this was long before there were any treatments). But I think the most common post-suicide effect was the long search most people took to understand why they did it. Eventually, people develop a half answer to that question, especially if it’s obvious, but ultimately, when death comes passively to one of our friends, lovers or neighbors, we accept it and our search for meaning in that death is, perhaps, not very important. They just died. That’s all. They had cancer and died. They had dementia and died.
But when it’s violent, early, self inflicted or caused by someone else, stranger or otherwise, we struggle in this valiant but ultimately useless search for meaning. And I think this movie deals pretty well with that search, although sometimes it seems a little too remote. She doesn’t often seem like someone in mourning or struggling to find an answer to the question of his suicide. Still, it’s such a relief to see something that doesn’t turn a dog into a version of a human being.