The depths of L. Fitzhamon's charlatanisme may never be fully measured, but "The Detective's Dog" may well be our best indicator thus far. Even a script as time-tested and predictable as 'pet bestows salvation upon master' is no match for Fitzhamon's directatorial numb-skullery. An offering which leaves a stronger residue of bile upon one's palate I have yet to sample.
The first mis-step is in the selection of canine picked to perform the titular 'Rover'; its screen presence appears to be massive enough to be capable of swallowing a carnival strong-man in one gulp! Any sensible human would sooner perish than risk being at the mercy of a creature of of such imposing stature. That any sane detective would keep such a monstrosity as a familiar is bamboozling. Additionally, the predicament our buffoonish flat-foot lands himself in is not explained by a single iota! Back-story is simply an obstacle to be plowed over and left in our director's wake.
I would strongly dis-courage the reader from even the act of taking in this picture to gawk at its startlingly inferior quality. It is not worth your time or your dollars! Resist!
The first mis-step is in the selection of canine picked to perform the titular 'Rover'; its screen presence appears to be massive enough to be capable of swallowing a carnival strong-man in one gulp! Any sensible human would sooner perish than risk being at the mercy of a creature of of such imposing stature. That any sane detective would keep such a monstrosity as a familiar is bamboozling. Additionally, the predicament our buffoonish flat-foot lands himself in is not explained by a single iota! Back-story is simply an obstacle to be plowed over and left in our director's wake.
I would strongly dis-courage the reader from even the act of taking in this picture to gawk at its startlingly inferior quality. It is not worth your time or your dollars! Resist!
