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| You Lucky Dog | 1998 | N/A |
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| When dog psychic Jack Morgan treats the inappropriately named pooch Lucky for depression, he has no idea that his treatment will land him in the doghouse. Lucky’s owner dies and leaves all his money to Lucky on the condition that Jack lives with him. Jack’s delighted, but the owner’s family is furious and determined to fight for what they see as their money. Can Jack thwart the evil relations, despite Lucky’s canine capers? | ||
I was reading some of the older Bad Moviethon posts and I couldn’t remember the last outrightly bad movie I watched. So, I went and found one. And what a mess this movie is. A MESS.
You know it’s bad when you’re half an hour in and one of the characters says:
It’s nothing personal, but I think you might be possessed by the devil.
Apparently, this film had a $4 million budget. I can only assume that most of it went on the real therapy required by all involved in this travesty.
The movie begins with newspaper clippings of a teenage dog psychic. We cut to said psychic all grown up and in his dog therapist mode. He’s sleeping in his office while dog owners wait in the waiting room. UNTIL. He meets a dog called Lucky and blammo – his dog psychic connection is back. Lucky’s owner seems to find that endearing instead of creepy as fuck and he has enough time to amend his will – he leaves $65 million to Lucky – on the condition that the dog psychic lives with him. I feel like the premise would be fun and hijinkys enough without the psychic connection, but what do I know? I’m just a humble viewer.
And James Avery is in this. I had to give it a chance.
Anyway, the rich dead guy dies and his family are ENRAGED when they read the will. They start plotting to kill Lucky, because, why not? It’s the villainous thing to do.
Dog psychic movies into the mansion and gets overcited! LIKE REALLY OVEREXCITED! Almost like…he’s a dog. Or, you know, psychically connected to one. There’s a scene where the maids come in while he’s communicating with the dog who wants to go outside. There’s some back and forth and I’ll give Lucky credit, he deserves an Oscar. Unfortunately, Lucky really wants to dig up a bone he buried and somehow Dog Psychic is now…manifesting Lucky? He literally gets on his hands and knees and starts using his face to dig through the ground to find said bone.
I was finding the movie funny so I made the decision to just congratulate myself on making it through thirty minutes and called it a day. I watch bad movies so I can feel irrational annoyance and anger, not laugh at a dog making funny faces. I am going to pretend that Lucky went on to live his best life and that someone gave Dog Psychic a lobotomy,
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