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Thursday, April 02, 2009

My Take on Marley and Me

I never liked calling my movie reviews as 'reviews'. It's really just my take on the movie (or book) and not a recommendation for anything. I know everyone has their own take on things so I prefer to call it that from now on...

I never read the book but knew >>a little << bit about it. After watching it, I don't think I can read the book. It's one of those 'too-hard-to-read-because-it-will-hurt-my-heart' book.

The movie reminded me of the book Good Dog. Stay. That book summed up Marley & Me in 95 pages, most of them pictures.

The book, and this movie, pretty much centers around what happens during the life of a dog. It's a story about adding a puppy to your family, dealing with that puppy as it grows, and all the events -- highs and lows -- that occur during the life span of this pet.

And all along, I knew what the end would bring. But I tried not to think about it and enjoy the movie for what it was as I watched it.

Marley (the dog) reminded me so much of our dog Soc. We got her as a puppy and she was a terror. She tore up the filling of our chairs, as Marley did. She chewed everything in sight. She even busted a lawnmower wheel AS IT WAS IN MOTION. A lawnmower wheel???!!

Our other dog, Sugar, ate the drywall off our walls, just like Marley.

And it made me think how lucky we are with Brenna, who is the calmest dog we've ever had. She had her moments of chewing everything, including CJ's first iPod. But she is no Marley...and I'm thankful for that...but I am also thankful for having dogs who had those Marley qualities about them.

And then when Marley, for the first time, shows his age climbing up the steps, it reminded me of all three of my dogs who have passed on. It's easy to forget how old are dogs get and literally, it feels like one moment that your dog becomes old. Today they are running around, chasing the ball and the very next day, you notice that they can hardly get up from a lying position. We (literally, Tim and I) ignored all of this until we said "What happened? She was vibrant yesterday!"

For us, we were fortunate or unfortunate (depending on how you look at the scenario) to have our dogs *be* old for us for awhile. We were so used to the lives of senior dogs that when we got Brenna, we were like kids again, amazed at how peppy a puppy could be. How cute they could be! And just all those things that we forgot younger dogs could be.

And when John Grogan had to put Marley down? It was too much for me. I stifled those big loud gasps that come with hard crying. I couldn't stop and all I saw in that scene was every time we did that with our own dogs. I wasn't able to be there when Soc went to sleep but Marley was Soc to me the entire movie.

It is just sad. And it makes me soooo thankful and happy that I am a pet person. I think if you have no pet in your life? How lonely for you -- you are missing out.

But on the technical issues regarding the movie: neither Owen Wilson nor Jennifer Aniston ever aged in the movie. Marley grew old; the leading man & hot actress never did. After three children, I think Jennifer got more and more toned and looked less and less 40ish.

And the Eric Dane character? He plays the same dude on Grey's Anatomy. And it is sooooo old and sooooo cliche. And seriously...wouldn't you want to try to expand your acting repertoire?

So the movie, IMO, is a perfectly executed Hollywood flick: semi-big name stars, a cute dog, and a pull-your-heartstrings storyline. It certainly is nowhere near my top 100 movies ever but I got enough out of the story to remember the ones I loved.

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