Review – Cujo

When the villain in a movie is a rabid dog, you’ve gotta pretty much bet that you’re in for a whole bunch of animal-intensive violence. Matters aren’t helped here by the choice of canine, with the film-makers sticking to the Stephen King novel and casting a Saint Bernard in the role. The problem with this is that in most of the ostensibly-fear-inspiring shots the star of the show looks less like a rampaging demon and more like a hapless family pet liberally coated with tapioca. Every once in awhile a shot or two will work, but overall there’s just way too much shrieking kid, shrieking Dee Wallace, barking dog, ringing phone, and uninteresting subplot to make the experience worthwhile. See if desperate