This one is bad.
There’s a lot to take in so I’m going to do my best to dissect this owl turd.
The first scene gives us Michael Clarke Duncan introducing The Hamster Dance. They must’ve desecrated the grave of Geocities in order to unearth that ancient relic.
Perhaps they uncovered some treasure to help the budget of this film too. The CGI doesn’t look that bad. The dogs still look like dogs. It’s almost like Babe, without the charm. It actually looks better than Marmaduke until the titular Kitty Galore arrives and shimmies her way out of a Cocker Spaniel suit.
That cat looks plastic. She looks like she could be battling The Doctor next Saturday. We get the voice of Neil Patrick Harris, oddly enough. Guess he needs a paycheck as much as anyone.
Katt Williams as a pigeon? Why not.
“I’m too old for this poop.” Bludgeon my face in.
Awww look at the lil’ kitties. And one of them is chained down like Mr. Hyde in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. There must be something wrong if I’m making that reference. Kill me.
And of course there’s a Hannibal Lecter cat. Put me to sleep with your kind boot?
And Jack McBrayer. Of course. As if they knew I loved him and they had to twist the knife.
Does it bother anyone that kids can’t hear the word pussy anymore? It still means cat when old people say it. And Arrested Development tells us that it just means a sensitive guy in England, right?
It’s all about the context. Unless Cheech Marin is saying it. The way he says it will always sound filthy.