Indy is the star of “Good Boy,” and he is a dog. The 73-minute horror movie, which freelance reviewer Rafael Motomayor called one of the year’s best, is centered entirely on his point of view as something very bad happens at his house.
For possible comparison, remember Baxter from 1989 with its four legged star and a runtime of 82 minutes.
I wish I was like you. I’ve watched so many movies in general that my brain just knows it’s not real and the movies don’t do anything for me anymore. In particular horror movies are bad because they rely on the fear to be entertaining, and without it, they’re (most often) just bland.
Nah, I wish I was desensitized to them, like you. I’m afraid of the stupidest, non-existent shit: Ghosts, jump-scares, alien abductions, spirits coming through the walls. I can’t even sit through an episode of Stranger Things because it triggers every stupid childhood fear in me. Yet real-life shit doesn’t phase me at all – I spent a year deployed in Iraq during the war. Blood? Body parts? mortar rounds? Who cares? That’s not scary. No, the fake shit they put in horror movies is. It makes no sense, but that’s how my brain works.