After reading it, the conclusion I came to may be contrary to the wishes of the writers and directors: if you don't want to live in a mess, don't raise a dog, don't raise a child.
Labrador should be a gentle and lovable dog, but Marley in the movie looks like a devil. Except for trouble, destruction, and gluttony, I have basically never seen its cuteness.
The protagonist Grogan and his wife had a good life when they were young, they both had great career prospects, and they lived in Florida with a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery. Well, I have nothing to do when I'm full, Siegger goes to raise a dog first. A dog jumped up and down, flew over the walls, ate the water in the toilet (Baba?!), and ripped everything that could be ripped. As an outsider, I thought this shit should be killed, but Ira and his wife were enjoying it. After a while, he thought that there was not enough noise in the house, so he raised three villains one after another. (The three villains in the movie are just three puppets. Except for making some noises and crying at regular intervals, there is basically no such thing as these little actors.)
After raising dogs and a bunch of villains, I don’t have what Grogan calls family warmth. See, in addition to the mess, all I see is Aniston's transformation from an aspiring young woman to a tired and resentful housewife. I also saw Owen Wilson drive to his door every day from get off work but didn't want to go in, and was forced to start a new career in his 40s.
The whole movie drags on, with no bright spots or climaxes, only to see Marley biting a pillow this time and biting a sofa next time, and the nagging back and forth are all the sesame things in the ordinary life of the family, several times. Thinking that the movie is over, they start a new day.
I said, they don't want to end the movie until Marley is dead. Sure enough, I guessed it. Chest tightness.
I expected that Marley's death would be sensational, because this movie really doesn't have any special material to render. It's hard to wait until Marley is old and dying, and a crying orgasm just ends. In order to express my contempt for the film, as soon as I rolled out Marley's death, the protagonist pressed the fast-forward button as soon as he was about to cry, and stopped watching their tears.
In this type of movies, the so-called people and animals live together, grow together, help each other, and become attached to each other. Rough Americans who come to the West need to study hard for a few more years. Even if there are a few more live stars in the movie, it's useless.
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