Mysterium Pictorum 12 - A STREET CAT NAMED BOB
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Before watching "A Street Cat named Bob", I went out shopping. In the supermarket around the corner, they, uncharacteristically, sold a book. Tons of that book. The book was called "A Gift from Bob" and looked ghastly. I obviously expected this film to be a really slick, superficial, cynical, Lifetime channel style production, a perfect surface with a rotten core. It wasn't. It was the other way round, actually. Looking at the crew's IMDB pages, it's a bit unbelievable how ineptly made this film is. The jarring cat-POV shots in conjunction with the muddled editing and the non-existent story structure make this feel like a first-time effort. That's not entirely bad! It is as charming as such productions often are, even though it had no right to be. It feels surprisingly real, shows a lot of respect and compassion for its subject matter and doesn't resort to sappy tearjerking. That in itself is a small miracle. Possibly, James Bowen's creative input had a stronger impact on the film than it would usually have had - And that saves the movie. A kid-friendly family film about a recovering heroin addict. Only in England, mate. So, "A Street Cat named Bob" is a bad movie. Of course it is. But in a way more charming and likable way than I had expected. It does get a few points for that.