Thursday, February 12, 2009

Italian Right-to-Die case: confirmed cause of death

I previously wondered just what had finally caused Eluana Englaro to die, finally ending the heated controversy in Italy. Well, the official report is now in: she had cardiac arrest from dehydration. The complete text from the relatively short article below:

A preliminary autopsy on the woman at the center of a right-to-die case in Italy has found that the woman, Eluana Englaro, 38, died Monday of cardiac arrest because of dehydration, the ANSA news agency reported Wednesday. The autopsy appeared to rule out foul play in the death of Ms. Englaro, who died just days after her nutrition intake was reduced in line with a high court ruling in favor of her family and opposed by the Roman Catholic Church and Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi. She had been on a feeding tube for 17 years after a car accident. The results of further tests are expected in the coming weeks, ANSA reported.

Well, that's it, I guess. She can finally move on (if there's anything to move on to), and the asshats who fought to keep her tied down here can suck some zucchinis.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

What if you heard someone burn to death over the phone?

Not a pleasant idea, is it? Even less pleasant for these 911 Operators who had to deal with the victims of Australia's recent horrible bushfires.

Emergency operators listened to terrified Australians "dying over the phone" at the height of the wildfire horror.

More than 4,200 phone calls were made to emergency services dispatch centers as victims across the state pleaded for help.

There are now 181 confirmed casualties of this inferno that tore through a large part of Australia in recent days. All because of drought, a few lightening strikes, and a few wretched arsonists.

How horrible for the operators who had to deal with dying people over the phone. How many 'it's gonna be OK' ... weren't?

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Poll: we are "Less Religious" than you

Or so this poll from Gallup indicates. The map below represents different countries' differing amounts of religious enthusiasm. Glad to see USA and Canada are both 'Less Religious' than the median ... though any Religiosity is too much in my personal opinion, but whatever.

Damn, these last few days have been so pathetically slow, news-wise, I seem to be getting all my news of interest from Pharyngula lately. Please forgive me, Professor! =(

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Introducing the Paranormal Clergy Institute

In case their name wasn't enough of a give-away, this breakaway Catholic sect of sorts, based in Kentucky (US), specializes and deals with hunting down demonic infestations and possessions. Need I say more? These guys would put poor Father Merrin out of business. (Wait – hadn't he died?)

Visit their site, smirk and sneer, perhaps allow yourself the derisive chuckle, then exit before they harvest your soul. ('Cause that would be bad.)

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Film Review: 'The Dark Knight' – 8.5/10

Film Review: Superhero · Drama · Thriller (2008)
'The Dark Knight'
Written by Joé McKen on Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Heath Ledger incarnates one clown you don't wanna mess with as The Joker in Warner Bros.' 2008 blockbuster The Dark Knight.

I've never been a Batman fan – actually, I've never cared much for comics or superheroes at all. I just didn't develop in(to) those trends. But that just might change; I may just kindle a form of interest, in Batman at least, if movies like The Dark Knight are made from now on.

Brought to us by the Nolan brothers (Christopher and Jonathan) and directed by Christopher Nolan, The Dark Knight is much more than a typical superhero film. In any other film (be it Superman, Spiderman, Ironman, Otheradjectiveman), the superhero gradually undergoes a transformation, usually taking them from their original cocky and self-assured position and, through tragedy and personal demons, eventually reveals them as being kind but strong and good, always fighting for the greater cause. This tried-and-true formula has been given a slight twist in TDK. And by 'slight', I mean it's been thrown out the window eighty stories into a vat of magma-covered steel spikes. And has had cement poured over it.

Continuing from Tim Burton's Batman Begins (2005), which I haven't seen, The Dark Knight does more than simply telling the tale of a good man who was wronged and now wants to wrong the wrongdoers. The whole theme throughout the movie is tragedy: why did that happen to that character? How will that character react? Or, what could've happened to that character to make him who/what he is now? These are the sorts of questions the film begs from its audience, and any movie that succeeds more in making us ask questions rather than glean answers has done something specially right in my opinion. It keeps you thinking and guessing, yet never reveals any of the big answers we crave, which only feeds our addiction(s) as moviegoers. That's truly the hallmark of a great movie, and The Dark Knight, while not a perfect film, crosses that checkpoint with clear certainty and ease.

On to the story. Now that Batman Begins has established who/what is the Batman (Christian Bale), now the ever-crime-plagued city of Gotham is facing a new rising, terrible enemy, in the form of the Joker (Heath Ledger). Disfigured by gruesome scars around his mouth that make him look as though he were continually smiling, the Joker is by far Batman's worst enemy ever – but it's how the Joker operates that makes him so terrible, instead of precisely what he does. Shootings, stabbings and explosions are actually quite minimal under his reign. No, Joker prefers psychology and mind-games to destroy his rivals and enemies, and he soon reveals himself to be a criminal mastermind and tactical genius the likes of which Gotham, and Batman, have never encountered previously. From single-handedly gaining control over the Gotham mob to manipulating government and law enforcement officials without them even knowing it, this is the first and only threat that finally forces Batman to reevaluate his morals and his 'rule' ('never kill') – and may even push Batman over his limits.

Meanwhile, rising star District Attorney Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart) is busy being the overt hero and single-handedly putting half the city's criminals behind bars. He's in love with his assistant D.A., Rachel Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhaal), which discomforts Bruce (what with him still being in love with her and all), but Rachel can't be with Bruce as long as he's Batman. Typical. What's not typical, though, is what the Joker plans to do once he acquires this information.

The film is engrossing and dark, and holds back very few punches when it comes to establishing and illustrating just how dark a drama, tragedy and thriller can be. I'm not talking about limbs flying off in a cascade of blood and guts; that's better left for the crap that is Chainsaw Massacre or Saw or other pretenders to the 'thriller' genre. Thrillers are not screams and chases and bloody saws and knives (although this movie contains a fair few of each). A good thriller is one in which you never know when the danger is there or not – everything seems fine, you don't have foreboding music, when suddenly the monster jumps up and grabs you.

For showing us even stale formulas can be totally revamped in new and brilliant and deep ways, I give The Dark Knight 8.5 Joker playing cards out of 10.

PS – And will people stop complaining about impossible endurances and resilience to trauma and injury on Batman's part already!? It's a SUPERHERO MOVIE for crissakes, it's not supposed to have Batman die at every stunt. Jeez! Get a clue, folks.

Cast
Bruce Wayne / Batman: Christian Bale • the Joker: Heath Ledger • Harvey 'Two-Face' Dent: Aaron Eckhart • Rachel Dawes: Maggie Gyllenhaal • James Gordon: Gary Oldman • Alfred Pennyworth: Michael Caine • Lucius Fox: Morgan Freeman
Crew & Credits
Director(s): Christopher Nolan • Writer(s): Christopher Nolan, Jonathan Nolan, David S. Goyer • Original Score: Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard
General Information
Distributed by: Warner Bros. • Released: July 18, 2008 (US) • Running Time: 152 mins • Budget: US$185 million • Rated: PG-13

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Darwin speaks about Republicans ...


Darwinism, humor and anti-Republican-ness in one go ... I love it! :P

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You knew it had to happen: Australian bushfires are due to ... Abortion laws

This is nothing new, or remotely surprising, or perhaps even interesting – well, to anyone not endlessly perusing the Net in search of vaguely interesting stories to comment on on their blog, at least. Anyway, it's rather natural that whenever a natural (or manmade) disaster occurs, anywhere, anything, anytime, that someone, somewhere, will decry it as being due to our unholy sins and/or a hateful, vengeful God.

Well, guess what? The horrific Australian bushfires, which have now claimed over 700 homes and over 300 lives (far more than previously predicted), the mixed results of unseasonably high and dry temperatures and criminal arson, are apparently punishment upon the people for passing Abortion laws that God doesn't seem to favor. 'Cause Lord knows an omniscient, omnipotent Lord of All Known Things has nothing better to do than crush innocent folk for what happens in their wombs. Gee, I didn't think the Almighty was that vindictively petty.

Anyway; Pastor Denny Nalliah, the leader of the Catch The Fire Ministries, believes that the bush fires are a realization of a dream he had lad October relating to the consequences of passing Abortion laws in Victoria that 'decimate life in the womb'. You read that right ... Excerpt below from their retarded site.

CTFM leader, Pastor Danny Nalliah said he would spearhead an effort to provide every assistance to devastated communities, although he was not surprised by the bush fires due to a dream he had last October relating to consequences of the abortion laws passed in Victoria.

He said these bushfires have come as a result of the incendiary abortion laws which decimate life in the womb. Besides providing material assistance, CTFM will commence a seven day prayer and fasting campaign for the nation of Australia tomorrow Wednesday the 11th February.

CTFM has called upon all Australian Bible-believing God-fearing Christians to repent and call upon the Lord Jesus Christ for His mercy and protection over Australia once again.

Of course. Never mind the hundreds dead, all the suffering and the grievance; at least this gave them an opportunity to flaunt their wretched beliefs at the innocent victims once more.

Religious leaders are parasites that feed off death and fear to propulse their beliefs, and membership numbers, to higher numbers. It's what they've always done; this one doesn't even stand out from the pack of these immoral assholes. They prey off the poor, the injured and the weak to 'convert' them and 'save their souls'. Either they use this as an excuse to strengthen their establishments, which makes them two-faced backstabbing monsters and ghouls, or they actually do believe they help people by trying to convert them to their religion, which would make them plain stupid and foolish.

People like this Nalliah twit should be taken out and shot ... then stabbed in the eye. Twice. (They have two eyes, right?)

At the very very least, they're sending out supplies and equipment to try and aid some of the disaster's victims, though I don't commend their efforts in the slightest. Any praise you may deserve for giving a frightened, weakened innocent a warm blanket or a hot soup disappears the nanosecond you start lecturing them on God and Jesus and Christianity and all that bullshit. Hypocritical scumbags. I can never insult them enough to assuage my anger towards them. And then they call US (meaning Atheists or random nonbelievers) the 'immoral' ones. Go figure.

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Monday, February 09, 2009

Film Review: 'WALL·E' – 9.5/10

Film Review: Sci-Fi • Romance (2008)
'WALL•E'
Written by Joé McKen on Monday, February 09, 2009


A reflective WALL•E (voiced by Ben Burtt) stares longingly at the stars in this promo art for Disney•Pixar’s 2008 masterpiece WALL•E.

There’s something about WALL•E (Ben Burtt). He’s not your typical little bot. He’s a short little roving trash compacter, speeding around the landfill landscape and spending his days compacting the waste around him into cubes, which he then piles into tall skyscrapers, which now comprise most of the city he operates in. When he routinely finds something remotely interesting in the mountains of garbage (be it a spork, bobble-head figurine or a Rubik’s cube), he pauses, toys with it, then keeps it as an object of fascination, and adds it to his ever-growing collection of random junk in his ‘home’, a paralyzed utility transport vehicle.

When the Sun starts to set and WALL•E decides his day’s work is done, he heads home, roving amongst mountains and piles of unrecycled waste, riding the creaky rails of ancient elevated train passages, and is now so used to the holographic advertisements that still pop up whenever he approaches them he completely ignores them. Or perhaps he just doesn’t understand what they say – for it’s rather likely he wouldn’t still be compacting garbage, 700+ years after humanity left the Earth they’d finally killed with neglect and pollution and embarked in huge spaceships that rocketed out into the cosmos, while an army of little WALL•E units (Waste Allocation Load Lifter – Earth-class) were left behind to gradually clean up the planet until the humans’ scheduled return, five years after their original departure, now nearly three quarters of a millennium ago. Soon, all the little units died or broke down – until only WALL•E was left, presumably being the only one who learned to repair himself.

Every night before ‘going to sleep’, WALL•E feeds his loyal pet cockroach, usually with a perfectly-preserved Twinkie, and endlessly replays an old cassette of the 1967 musical Hello, Dolly! on an old jury-rigged iPod with a magnifying lens stuck before it. From this, he learns about human things such as emotions, love, and holding hands (which become patterns throughout the movie), and the look on his robotic, featureless face is unmistakably sadness and longing for something he’s never had, and realistically, never will have. WALL•E can certainly give off a surprising amount of emotions for a rusty little roving trash compactor.

One day, something happens that shatters all this: a recon spaceship descends from the skies and after a little moment, departs, leaving behind the object of WALL•E’s fascination throughout the movie: a sleek probe-droid named ‘EVE’ (Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator) (Elissa Knight). Her job is to locate and recover a living plant specimen (not that it will be easy on a dead, barren Earth), and not to let anything in her way – including lovestruck little robots, the kind of which she nearly blows up not five minutes after her initial arrival. Fallen head-over-heels for this graceful, beautiful and dangerous newcomer, WALL•E will have to tread carefully if he’s to meet her without ending up in tiny little smoldering pieces of metal and rubber. She does eventually cool down, though, and finally bonds can start to form between the two diametrically-opposed robots: the high-strung fancy girl and the low-class rusty trash compacter.

Being Pixar’s latest work, WALL•E is of a technical brilliance that sometimes makes it hard to realize you’re staring at animation, and not high-definition real-life camera footage. The animation is, dare I say it, the single best bit of computer-generated film ever seen on a theater screen, and I can safely imagine that it will take a while before it’s matched, or surpassed. The palette alternates between faded-out earth scenery and vibrant, colorful tones, and the level of detail and effort put into the movie’s visual department is simply perplexing as you often wonder: ‘How was it humanly possible to add all of that in there?’.

One also needs to commend the film for its brilliant sound design, and for that, one must forcibly commend the man behind it all: none other than Ben Burtt, the legendary sound genius behind many of the iconic sound effects known today, such as Indiana Jones’ whip crack, or the sound effects in Star Wars. His task was a highly daring one at that: the movie is mostly without dialogue, except for a few short little words now and then, and relies mostly on visual storytelling, and sound effects. And unlike most movies which would likely bungle this and end with the movie being a catastrophic failure, the genius behind Pixar have once again proven they are the absolute best at what they do. They went for quality and originality over tried-and-true popcorn-movie methods, and as usual, the result is nothing sort of phenomenal.

I also wish to give my blessings to the score, from Thomas Newman (Finding Nemo, The Shawshank Redemption, etc.). While not as onerous as it his scores usually are, it suits it’s ‘Sci-Fi’ purpose perfectly, with some truly beautiful pieces such as ‘Define Dancing’. But then, how could the score be anything other than great – it was co-written with Peter Gabriel, who also performed the theme song, ‘Down to Earth’. (Both aforementioned songs won Grammys, by the way.)

The film takes a risky adventure into political and social commentary at times, with colorful, caricaturized yet offhand references to unrestrained overconsumption, and the increased automation of our everyday lives. The dangers of technology have never been better illustrated – but not in the manner you’d think. The commentary, while obvious to anyone who doesn’t live with their head stuck in the dirt, is far from detracting from the experience; you can easily ignore it as though it weren’t there and focus on the story, which is a careful balance few movies seem to find these days (being either all morals/commentary or all story).

For lighting the screen with its storytelling magic and uncontested brilliance, and for touching me in ways I didn’t think a movie could, I award Disney•Pixar’s WALL•E with 9.5 little saplings out of 10, along with an honorary mention as my favorite movie of all time.

Cast
WALL·E/all other robots: Ben Burtt (voice) • EVE: Elissa Knight • AUTO: MacInTalk (voice) • Axiom Capt. B. McCrea: Jeff Garlin • John: John Ratzenberger • Mary: Kathy Najimy • Shelby Forthwright: Fred Willard • Ship's Computer: Sigourney Weaver
Crew & Credits
Director(s): Andrew Stanton • Writer(s): Andrew Stanton, Pete Docter, Jim Reardon • Original Score: Thomas Newman
General Information
Distributed by: Walt Disney Pictures • Released: June 27, 2008 (US) • Running Time: 98 mins • Budget: US$180 million • Rated: G

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Italian Right-to-Die case: Eluana is finally dead

Yes, it's finally happened after all this time: Eluana Englaro, the vegetative state woman I've been harping on about for the last few days, has finally passed away peacefully, despite the pretentious bill to force her to be kept alive. The linked article doesn't seem to mention how or why she died – as a result of her extensive brain damage, likely, though why it suddenly happened after 17 relatively stable years, and right after I've started blogging about it, is intriguing – but needless to say this should come as a large relief to her father, who fought endlessly for her rights to have her ruined life ended, and to Right-do-Die proponents everywhere.

... It's an odd feeling that I feel relatively happy and relieved to hear someone died ... Eh. At least that stupid debacle is over, although seeing as the bill is still in effect, it could likely prevent any more Right-to-Die cases from succeeding. I have a feeling I'm not done blogging about this ...

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Italian Right-to-Die case: update – senators jump to approve bill

Still going down the same road as ever in this case, the assholes in charge in the Italian government are now dogpiling on the bill that Premier Silvio Berlusconi hurried to introduce recently to force the ever-ailing vegetative state patient Eluana Englaro to be kept alive, despite her final wishes to be let off life-support. Her father even won their court case which finally allowed them to remove the feeding tube – until the asshats barged in with their red tape and other conservative, Vatican-backed bullshit.

If I were this woman's father, I seriously would have long-since crept into the room, kissed her goodbye, wept a bit probably, then personally removed the feeding tube and other life support systems. More likely, I would've carefully injected her with an overdose of Morphine or something: quick, painless, effective. I think the guilt of ending your brain-dead daughter's life will be quickly assuaged by the knowledge you really did help her ease her burden and end this ridiculous debacle. She can finally move on to whatever is after life, if something exists (even though I personally doubt it). Although, perhaps I'm simply too enthused by that similar scene in Million Dollar Baby to realize it's an absurd plan ... but whatever. Something should be done.

And did I mention my outrage at the fact that one of the reasons Premier Berlusconi is using to excuse her being force-kept alive, is that she could even in theory bear a child? How pathetically cruel and/or retarded is that sort of reasoning?

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The worst Australian bushfires in history: 150+ dead

All relevant info from CNN's current article on the Australian bushfire disaster.

I didn't think I'd comment on this ... Still wondering if I should ... but I guess I will. As anyone who isn't stuck in a sealed cavern without a TV or a radio will know by now, Australia is undergoing a horrific disaster: bushfires (same as forest fires, but even more dangerous as they burn bush and low growths and move significantly faster across open fields) are burning across the Victoria area and have reached hundreds of square miles in size, and still growing rapidly.

As I write this (now at 11:30 AM), there are currently 156 reported fatalities, and that number certainly is far from slowing down in its rate of growth. Estimates place the eventual predicted death toll at about 250. 250 innocents, killed by a fucking wildfire. Hard to believe in these modern times, even by my usual standards of uncaring jadedness.

The fires have destroyed many villages and cities in the area and are still going strong. All of Australia's firefighting and Disaster Relief resources are in the area, trying to get as many out as they can while trying to combat the cataclysmic inferno. Unfortunately, Australia is comparable to a landmass the size of the continental United States with a population the size of Texas: fairly numerous, but simply too spread-out and diluted, with some concentrated urban areas, to be able to fight the flames effectively. Even the tens of thousands of firefighters risking their lives to quell the blazes are basically useless compared to the immense scope of the fires.

But that's not the worst part, in my opinion. The worst thing about these fires? They aren't natural. It's becoming increasingly clear and decried that these blazes are all (or mostly, if I recall correctly) manmade: arson. And I'm not talking about a careless flick of a lit cigarette into some grass on the side of a road; criminal arson. The intentional lighting of the dried bush to specifically create a blaze.

The Prime Minister (of both Australia and New Zealand) is far too soft and lenient when he calls these arsonists 'mass murders'. 'Demented murderous depraved fuckwits' would be ever-so-slightly closer to home. Actually, forget it; I can't even find words in the English language that are dark or violent enough to express my intense disbelief and insane outrage at this.

If anyone reading this can spare a dime or two, or some clothes or equipment or ANYTHING, I beg you to send it, via monetary or material donations, to some of the charity programs being set up as I write this. I'd send any excess cash I had, if I had any money to begin with.

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Film Review: 'Marley & Me' – 7.0/10

Film Review: Dramedy (2008)
'Marley & Me'
Written by Joé McKen on Monday, February 09, 2008


Marley is the unintentional star at this baseball match in 20 Century Fox's 2008 family 'dramedy' Marley & Me.

I am an absolute sucker for dogs. Just about any pooch, mutt or fleabag that comes up to me will warrant itself a good petting at least, or half my lunch. It's been my dream my entire life to own a dog I can call mine, if only to have someone (or something) to come home to after school or extracurricular activities. While I don't fall in love with just any dog I see on TV or in movies, I do tend to nurse a soft spot for them. However, somehow, this just didn't happen with Marley.

I dunno why. I'm certainly not resentful against the pooch for eating half the house every thunderstorm, for driving his owner(s) to near-insanity or for ruining a dog-beach's privileges. I just didn't feel myself attach to this dog like with most others. That is a curious thing, and perhaps even a worrisome one, considering this dog, Marley, truly has everything a dog could need or require for me to fall in love with them. The reason I'm elaborating on this, is because it's the movie's entire point: to fall in love with Marley as the unlucky Grogans did. That's how you love the story as well. If I didn't love the dog, who is the story, then how can I love the movie? I can't.

But I certainly don't hate it, or dislike it in the slightest, either. It's certainly a very decent non-animated family film, one of the better we've had in a while. The fact that my heart didn't go out to it doesn't stop me from seeing a good and enjoyable flick when I see one.

Anyway, enough about me, more on the movie. As only the most obtuse of ignorants won't know by now, Marley & Me is based, fairly accurately, on the book of the same name, a eulogy for the real-world Marley written by journalist John Grogan (incarnated here by Owen Wilson). Actually, if I recall correctly, it isn't really a book, but more of a collection of the innumerable newspaper columns he wrote dedicated to Marley during the fourteen years of his career chronicling his life with his family, day-to-day routines, and keeping Marley (and himself) out of trouble as best as he could. How the journalist, once so hesitant and unenthusiastic about his bi-weekly column, became a star in his career with his ramblings about his troubled dog, is a story that truly deserved to be written in a book – but I just wonder if it deserved to be filmed. I don't know; I just don't feel a movie-worthy story concerning Marley's life. It was certainly a long, chaotic and interesting one, full of tender moments as well as moments of absolute exasperation when he'd once again eaten the garage, but worthy enough to be devoted to a film? I just don't feel it. But whatever; it's done, I saw it, I liked it, and I'm reviewing it.

Wow, I still haven't gotten to the actual story? I probably should now ... but now I think of it, what is there left to tell that you haven't already learned, either from outside sources, or reading the book, or even reading this review? It's the story of a horribly misbehaving but unconditionally-loving (and -loved) Golden Labrador and the family that was either kind or insane enough to take him in. (Hint: never go for the puppy of the litter that's at a reduced price.) For Marley, despite his endless tirade against material possessions and his masters' nerves, isn't really a bad dog per se; he's really a very nice dog, he's intelligent and caring, and sometimes pauses in between bouts of tearing up carpet or couch or drywall to stare up at his masters with the sort of eyes that make any stone heart melt (or most). He's a good dog – just not particularly disciplined. (Euphemism of the century.)

While Marley & Me may not have touched me in the way I had expected or hoped for, it certainly did, and will, for nearly everyone else who saw it, laughed with the Grogans at their dog's antics (though the latters' was rather out of exasperation, probably) and wept over the dog's eventual passing (it's not a spoiler; seriously, what, you expected the dog to live forever? Or was the term 'eulogy' in describing the book not a clear enough hint?), and in the meantime simply shook their heads in quiet disbelief while that insane dog went through scene after scene of chaos, rumble and utter destruction. But not lovelessly. Anyone in wish of seeing a good, decent and (fairly) clean family film will have a good time with Marley & Me, along with the usual pet-lovers and related neurotics. (Me included. Doggies!)

For bouncing off the screen with its warmth and situational comedy yet ending at that, I give Marley & Me 7 swallowed necklaces out of 10.

Cast
John Grogan: Owen Wilson • Jenny Grogan: Jennifer Aniston • Patrick Grogan: Nathan Gamble
Crew & Credits
Director(s): David Frankel • Writer(s): Scott Frank, Don Roos. Original novel by John Grogan. • Original Score: Theodore Shapiro
General Information
Distributed by: 20th Century Fox • Released: December 25, 2008 (US) • Running Time: 115 mins • Rated: PG

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