I watched this on Netflix today. It was pretty good up to the point where the main protagonists caught up with the criminal. At that point it crashed and burned really really hard and not only did I hate all the characters, I also hated the writers, the director, and the actors who phoned it in from that point forward. I know they don’t film these things in the order we see them, but to this viewer, at that point everything was downhill on a sled on fire.
I was willing to forgive that the female lead wore jeans so tight they had to hurt while the male actors in jeans were in super comfy relaxed fit. I was even willing to suspend belief that a poor and troubled police detective had an Abyssinian cat. A blue one, which are rarer, though all the cat scenes were pretty dark so maybe I’m wrong about the color, but I don’t think so. They are a spectacular gray. It’s a cat that makes you go wow.
I’ve been an Abby owner. I had to save up $$$ find a reputable breeder, and then wait for a litter of blues that had a cat they weren’t going to show (because otherwise I couldn’t afford it). If you leave your Abby alone, you will come home and find they have rewired your house, opened the fridge, figured out how to unlock anything locked and in general wreaked havoc. Don’t get me wrong, it was a gorgeous cat and I was thrilled to see an Abby in a movie. But these are not cats that can tolerate being alone without a LOT of entertainment.
It says a lot that at the end of this stupid movie, i’m still more concerned about the detective leaving her Abby alone most of the time.
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