I went alonethe first time Id ever gone to a movie theater aloneto watch, of all gay things, Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
You see, when I lived with my niece and nephew, they wanted a Chihuahua. They chanted Chihuahua, Chihuahua! despite my insistence that Chihuahuas were nothing but throw pillows covered in teeth and claws. But the chanters won. I fell in love with Pixel. Look at him. See?
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Photo by Dawn Bustanoby.
So I went.
Beverly Hills Chihuahua is, in point of fact, the worst movie ever. Which begs the question: whywhy!?is it the top grossing movie two weeks running, selling $17.5 million in tickets just last weekend?
BHCs sunny opulence is at odds with Americansas of October 2008collectively staring down the barrel of the darkest depression in 80 years. The opening scene features Chihuahuas (weve since moved on to Pit Bulls), Starbucks cups (currently closing stores everywhere), and a Louis Vuitton purse (now replaced with 20-cent taxed plastic bags). So its release now is A) a huge mistake, B) the result of a catastrophic production delay, or C) unfettered genius.
The story begins at the lavish mansion of a bejeweled white Chihuahua, who quickly becomes the object of affection for the gardeners mangy, brown, slightly-more-robust Chihuahua. After being kidnapped, the rich white dog ends up in deepest, darkest Mexico. She narrowly escapes perilthanks to her rough-and-tumble Mexican suitor and her own gumptionand makes it safely home to Beverly Hills. Prissy? No mas, says the six-pound protagonist.
Beverly Hills Chihuahua is the story of descent from economic security, into the jaws of poverty, and returning to grace unscathed. And thats a story America really needs right now. Wrote StC in comments of yesterdays Morning News: I WENT AND SAW IT AGAIN. With four others. Oh, chihuahua!
This is a familiar refrain. BHC evokes Shirley Temple, Good-Ship-Lollipopping her way through the Great Depression, or Little Orphan Annie escaping to the safety of Daddy Warbuckss mansion. As America braces for poverty, its so much more manageable to prepare for the worst when youre projecting your future onto the shivering frame of a six-pound dog.
Dominic Holden:
Beverly Hills Chihuahua is the story of descent from economic security, into the jaws of poverty, and returning to grace unscathed.
Now I'm bracing for the Charles Mudede Marxist critique of Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
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