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Eric Roberts is…”A Talking Cat!?!


I think the new must-see low watermark of cinema is here. From the Onion AV Club article which led me to seek this out…

Roberts functions in the film as something of a Manic Pixie Dream Cat. He swoops unexpectedly into the lives of troubled souls and fixes all their problems with a combination of sage advice and joie de vivre. By this point, you’re probably asking yourself, “A talking cat!?! What the fuck?!? How on earth can a fucking cat talk? What manner of motherfuckery or black magic is involved?” Thankfully, Roberts has a monologue where he helpfully explains to a disbelieving teenaged boy, “I’m a talking cat, but I can only talk to a person once. There’s a collar my original owner gave me buried under a grove of magical trees due north of here. Look for a big fallen tree just through a thick hedge. It looks like a fuzzy green wall. That collar also lets me help people.”

The writer also describes it as The Room of anthropomorphic animal movies. I’m pretty sure it’s also the best and worst movie ever to feature a question mark surrounded by exclamation points in its title.