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Cujo (1983)
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Director:
Lewis
Teague |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Horror/Thriller |
NORWEGIAN TITLE
Cujo |
RUNNING
TIME
91
minutes |
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Producer:
Daniel
H. Blatt
Robert Singer |
Screenwriter
(based on the novel by Stephen King):
Don Carlow
Dunaway
Lauren Currier |
Kritikk
I've always found that Stephen King was at his
best when dealing with real and everyday horrors, as opposed to the
supernatural, and this tight, well-spun and absolutely spine-tingling thriller
is one of the best examples of just that. The story of how a 6-year-old boy and
his troubled family end up face-to-face with a rabid dog is told
straightforwardly and at face-value by director Lewis Teague (Alligator,
The Jewel of the Nile), who wants his characters to be believable and the
terror to be concrete, unhidden and very much palpable. He succeeds, largely
thanks to some fantastic acting by Dee Wallace and Danny Pintauro as the mother
and child (although I'm not entirely convinced that all of Pintauro's work here
is in fact acting), and because he knows which buttons to push and how much to
push them. For parents, Cujo is visceral, going straight for the gut. And
for dog-lovers, it's heart-rending. We can catch a glimpse of that good-natured
St. Bernard behind his rabid behaviour, and what a clever and effective move
this is; turning a St. Bernard, the dogs' symbol of helpfulness, into a deranged
killer. He's as scary as Jack Torrane in
The Shining, and almost as well captured on
film thanks to Teague and his crew's excellent craftsmanship. When it all
settles, we don't feel either cheated or rewarded; we feel we've earned the
cessation after the emotional investment we've put in.
Re-reviewed:
Copyright © 15.10.2014 Fredrik Gunerius Fevang
Original review: Copyright © 5.9.1996 Fredrik Gunerius Fevang
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