My Ghost Dog Review

When the going gets rough, we look to our muses and our inspirations. For me, what little innovation there is left for me to scalp from other creatives can be found in literature or other art forms. My Ghost Dog turns to the stars, where heaven awaits all that believe in doggy heaven. All seven of them. I’m not sure what it is about these poorly made independent movies, but they all strike me as rather similar. Ridiculously out there plots that, because they’re performed so poorly, are a real hilarious ride. A plot that revolves around the theft of a will and a custody case, with romance and slapstick nonsense thrown in alongside it.  

My Ghost Dog is like any other unflinching horror show. Russ Tamblyn’s appearance in this is far odder than the phantom dog or the ensuing custody case. Twin Peaks clearly doesn’t give Tamblyn the range that My Ghost Dog offers. He should’ve brushed up on his Italian accent before heading into this one. Serving singular slices of pizza to grieving children isn’t the way I’d run a fine establishment, but I know nothing of business. Nor does Tamblyn, whose brief few scenes within this are oddities in their own right. They’d be bizarre and out of place if the rest of the movie didn’t take things to harrowing extremes. A camera with a baseball attached to the front of it, some CGI that makes for angelic dogs, and a love story at the heart of it.  

Our inciting incident sees two teens bust into the home of our protagonist, leading to the “ghost” aspect of our title. A horrid bit of CGI later and the soul of our K-9 pal is shuttled off to space. My Ghost Dog goes from 0 to 100 almost instantaneously. Appearing as an incarnation to Toby (Bryan Mendez), the sole purpose of this movement is to play with the morals of reality. A dog playing Cupid, mailing letters of love between neighbours, taking away their freedom to choose. Like Lemmings to the slaughter, neither protagonist questions any of their odd scenarios. Neither should we. We should move on and accept the spirit of a dog enticing two grown adults into a loveless, lifeless relationship.  

When watching these features, questions arise around who thought this was quality. Surely there is someone here that believed in this from the initial stages of conception. Worrying stuff for sure, for any sane mind to fully believe in a project where the deceased dog of a mourning child tries to set up his widowed father with a trash-rummaging neighbour. Another for the “fun with friends” category, a little lighter on humiliating laughter than Neil Breen’s work or The Amazing Bulk, but strangely rewarding for those wanting to suffer through some horrid acting and turgid storytelling. A palette cleanser for those wanting to watch something good immediately afterwards. Use in small doses. 

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