I think this'll be a go see

I don't have a Marley

But I do have an Omar & Me.

In real life he allowed this dog to suffer terror from storms and went off to freaking Disney World while the poor thing was kenneled waiting to die. And then went home first on the way back because they were "tired" instead of seeing to the poor animal. But he's a millionaire now with his 'Marley' websites and all the rest. So, like he cares.

I listened to the audiobook version of this story 2.5 years ago and listened to it a second time recently. When I listened to it the first time I had four large dogs in my pack (all second chance dogs from the Humane Society). Since then two have died. One of the surviving two has an abdominal tumour and will probably not see another summer. Still, I'm going to see this movie in the hope that it does justice to the story written by Mr. Grogan.

P.S. Regarding Jennifer Aniston's abilities I recommend watching "The Good Girl". That was the movie that made me realize she was more than just a pretty face.

whats with this critic????

she the only critic in history of the universe to

like this turkey.

It should win the Golden Lab Turkey Award!

That "is"

Should be an "if."

she the only critic in history of the universe to like this turkey.

isn't that an awfully long time frame to cite for a movie coming out today?

Try reading this NYT review which makes the movie sound like the dreary holiday kitsch the trailer made me think it was:

http://movies.nytimes.com/2008/12/25/movies/25marl.html

But its kitch with a yellow cur.

The kind of dog that 8 out of 10

Americans

Almost unanimously prefer...

My dog is a stray that I picked up roamin' alone wild in the

Street

And he really is the coolest and mildest dog you could ever

Wanna meet...

I have a yellow lab that would put Marley to shame in that department. We have never owned such a high spirited dog. It's been a zoo at our house since the day 'Diablo' arrived (our daughter named him and he lives up to the name). He has tried my husbands patients to the breaking point. The breeder had to come and give us lessons on how to get him under control. He was two years old this Thanksgiving. Finally he is starting to behave where he can be left in the house when we go to dinner and it not be wrecked when we get back. But, I have no intentions of going to see the movie. The black lab 'Echo' that we had before this one was in on the tainted dog food and died from kidney failure. In our house it's more like a family member dies than it is a pet. So I will not put myself through that misery of seeing someone else's dog die.

spoiler.

This film has received some negative reviews(and some very positive ones as well), mostly by people who did not understand exactly what it's about. Certainly not a scatter-brained comedy about that goofy dog, but a tale of family, growth, life and death, and the dog who shares it all. Nice to you got it.

Me and Oms are fans of the band

May you and yours in all of Ireland

Enjoy a good 'ol Christmas grand.

however, here's a better dog/loyalty/love/family/hope story:

"The Art of Racing in the Rain," by Garth Stein.

Enzo, the dog, is named for Enzo Ferrari.

If a movie is made based on this book, I'd go see it, even though Enzo dies and a young mother dies, too. (Those two pieces of information are NOT spoilers.)

The movie is about the stars, not the dog. The dog is the star. You are confused in your mind. Who cares about Jennifer Anniston trying to look good anymore? The movie lost the dog who is the story. This is another example of human pet tricks that don't work.

K

SShane McGowan and Kirsty McColl (RIP) could be regarded as the most bohemian of characters, completely devoid of prejudice. The only prejudice I'd have against Shane is that he doesn't look like God's gift to women and that he must be a dentist's nightmare; any time I've seen him on tee-vee he looked as if he was on Planet Zog. Kirsty was pure gold. Yet some liitle pillock in Salon decided to "pull" my letter because The Pogues'song, first heard in 1987, contained a word which originally meant a bundle of thin sticks (and in Italian was the root of the word "fascist"). Salon is all about "in your face" stuff, is it? It's Christmas Day but the p.c.invigilators are still on the prowl. I haven't eaten yet so it would be diificult to regurgitate.

Still, Klytus and that cool canine, Omar, let's see if this letter gets through. I know! I'll have to start cursing yhe Pope, expostulate that the Kennedys are the real deal although Caroline is a milk-and-water personality before I get the nod. Ah yes, we (the REAL deal) are a tenacious people. I'll try again when I've the time to ask a West Coast wuzzie why I've been censored.

More like the world's worst owner's. I fricking hate dog "lovers" who don't properly train their fricken mutts. My family owns rental property and I've had it above here when these a-hole morons have let their stupid dogs scratch doors to pieces, chew up the moldings and crap all over a brand new carpet that would be fine except it smells like shit and piss. I'll never see this movie because I'm not putting one penny in Grogans pocket because he sounds like a real douche to me.

It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me, won't see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one

Came in at ten to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So Happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

You're a bum

You're a punk

You're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy ******

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

I could have been someone

Well so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas Day