| Since a wholesome happy ending is mandatory in today's commercial cinema, in a final shot he is joined by "Native-African-American", his loyal dog. Despite the pair of Artificial legs and prosthetic tail fitted after being injured in three major road accidents on the Great North Road during his master's absence, the Labrador bounds joyfully into the sunset with some dame called Vera Lynn singing about the White Cliffs.
Loved the whole lot but the above had me in stitches! "Native-African-American, it's Native-African-American", they cry as the dam is breached.
All I can say is that since Peter Jackson is a Kiwi (and 40+ so you'd think has some RAF understanding in his veins), you'd have to think it'd be a bit more classier/authentic than if Jerry Bruckheimer got hold of it! |