Joseph and I went to see Cats and Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore today. I expected a kid’s movie, and indeed that’s what it was. It was also the sort of delightful show that appeals to kids on one level and adults on another level entirely.
Remember Dr. No? The Spy Who Loved Me? Goldfinger? Jaws? Pussy Galore? The satellite that would Destroy the World? The bald villain (can’t recall his name) stroking his white cat? Toss in a pinch of Batman and a couple of other movies. Now mash them together with dogs and cats as the spies/ protagonists and villains, with parallel spy agencies (the feline agency is called MEOWS), moving through the human world trying not to be noticed, and you’ll begin to get an idea of the movie.
The reviews I’ve read have pretty universally panned it – weak plot, gratuitous swooping about, trite, lacking any message, etc. Okay, I agree; all that’s true. And it’s all beside the point. Those folks are taking it way too seriously, certainly far more seriously than it takes itself. It intends to be campy and silly and playful. It intends to make its audience laugh, and it succeeds. Basically, it’s amusing fluff because that’s what it was written to be.
So my boy and I laughed all the way through, though usually at different things. He kept asking me why I was laughing, but I really couldn’t explain. We both walked out glad we’d gone to see it, rather than feeling like it was time or money we’d never get back. It was nothing but pure escapist entertainment, and y’know what? Sometimes that’s exactly what I want.
Assuming you don’t mean Mike Meyers parody:), Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
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