Waldo the Dog
Written & Directed by Kris Canonizado
Waldo the Dog isn't really a dog. One would assume that he is a very sick homeless man who believes that he is an anthropomorphic animal. When he speaks, he does so in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, like an out of work Disney character. This is his story.
Shot on a handheld camera in true guerilla-style (no filming permits for these fellas, I'm sure!), there is a certain air of faux-believability lent to these proceedings, making it seems almost like a peculiar documentary one might find late at night on PBS. This method of filmmaking does not make for a beautiful looking film, but there are certainly moments of beauty to be found within. There is a sparse but very effective soundtrack that captures the mood of each scene perfectly.
It takes a truly skilled filmmaker to make you question your own sympathies, but that's exactly what happens here. Your emotions ebb and flow throughout the (admittedly slightly bloated) two-hour running time, running the gamut from love, hate, pity, sorrow and everything in between. By the time the finale hits, you don't really know how you should feel. You are in that grey area of the heart, because when the mask comes off, nobody--not Waldo, not Jaquelyn, not even the audience--is protected by the illusion of distance that the rubber dog face offered.
In other words, this is no longer Tex Avery gone bad. Shit just got real.
If this movie does not have at least a cult following within one year's time, I will lose all hope for the future of the film medium. An utterly fantastic first effort, I can not wait for the promised arrival of the sequel.
Call me Oprah, bitch. Waldo the Dog is currently one of my favorite things.
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