A Constant Visual Feast

Every now and again, my editors call on me to review the movies no one else will*; I am the hero they need, and perhaps, yes, the hero they deserve**. In this case the task was really more of a reward. I like Dog Man! I like it very much! 

In fact I liked especially seeing it in a theater with maybe two other critics and a host of families with their kiddos! It isn’t the parent in me saying this, though that certainly helps; it’s the part of me that just thinks seeing kiddos having a blast is an elixir for life. You, you might not be able to tolerate kids in public, and I guess that’s okey dokey, but I’d rather take their exuberance as oxygen. It’s great.

…oh, right, anyways, so’s the movie, you can go read my review at The A.V. Club for that.

*The guy originally assigned to cover Dog Man couldn’t make the screening. 
**You may react to this with whatever combination of “LOL” or “LMAO” pleases you.