Saturday, February 7, 2009
Hotel for Dogs
My daughter really wanted to see this, so we went. It was typical Disney fare -- a direct assault on the heartstrings. I mean, really -- how can an eight-year-old not cry at a story about brother and sister orphans being separated from each other at the same time their dog is going to be put to sleep? For good measure they throw in a three-legged dog while they play violins. Anyway, it wasn't a bad story, and she got it from beginning to end, laughing and crying at just the right spots. I don't think she had ever cried at a movie before, and she seemed quite surprised to be doing so.