What do you get when you cross a young, pre-Miami Vice Don Johnson and the Brady Bunch’s dog Tiger who can now read minds and talk in a post-nuclear-WW4-apocalyptic world and marry it to a misogynistic film script made on a budget of about a buck fifty? Oh, and throw-in Jason Robards in mime makeup leading the extraction of, well, let’s call it viscous liquids, just to throw you for a loop…
Why, you get “A Boy and His Dog,” one of those movies that is so amazingly bad it’s completely awesome. Entrancing, even. You know the kind — so bad that after the first few minutes you simply must finish the entire thing. It’s the the biggest train wreak of a sci-fi movie ever! And I had the privilege of spending 90 minutes this Thanksgiving weekend watching it.
It’s now my favorite awesome worst movie to date. Highly recommended. Must see.
