This does not work on a lesbian level. This does not work on a vegan spoof level. This does not work remotely on a horror level. This doesn't work at all except for a very funny appearance by a co-worker during lunches at one of the women's workplace (a bank). That guy was great!

This movie was expanded way past the run time it should have been - this would have worked as a short much better, but it just dragged and dragged. At the end you just don't about either of them, you just wish the dog had a different owner. Completely uninvolving movie that had possibilities squandered by a vision-less director.

How bad was it? The woman with the breakdown had buried a 10 lb roll of hamburger meat in the yard, came back out and dug it up and started smearing handfuls of it all over her face and mouth, started spitting it out, suddenly her AWOL girlfriend shows up to comfort her, they get in the shower, the end. The dog who you haven't seen for quite a while shows up, peers in the window at them and then leaves.

I seriously considered wasting more of my time reviewing this garbage but fortunately enough brain cells kicked in to prevent it. Please don't make the mistake I did and watch this!

Made for the lovers of multidimentional filmaking , that beams the laser into the great depths of human senses, with a whole lot of freudian id, ego and alter ego, nearly till death do you apart, yeah i think thats is the definition for this film.

Its also a film about a dog, but its not a dogs movie by all means , as just 1 % of the movie shows a dog. Its more about what happens to the dogs master when a dog dissapears . Its also a lesbian relationship fairytale, though the tail aint a fairy one, just a sad and heartbroken one. Its also a story about deadly disease, and the cost there is to keep your loved ones fresh and healthy. Its also a story about lack of love in a relationship due to the disease, where the sexual cravings goes far beyond sanity, and summersaults the simple minds of the sane audience.

Its really a pyzzle of a story, its beats the meat for sure, and when a white lie becomes a black betrayal, and how to wither a lost love back is just taken to a nauseaus level.

The masterminds behind this film is experimenting alot with visual and auditorial techniques that might inspire other newbies to try, though the title is a bit misplaced and maight draw the wrong audience its a film that can be seen if you can stand the pain or dreariness and decieft, and where sexual satisfaction mumbles out loud in the background. The acting i think was good, even though weird, its a tiny recommend from the ever so kind and gracious grumpy old man.

The plot is simple, and doesn't need to be gone over again, as the synopsis pretty much covers everything that is going to transpire throughout this movie. But what was the point of it all, really? Two lesbians own a dog, one feels jealous of the dog because (as a dying animal),it's getting the brunt of the attention from her partner. (Who feels jealous over an animal? How low must your self-esteem be for you to allow that to happen?) She allows the dog to escape by purposefully leaving the gate unlatched, and when her partner goes out looking for the dog, the other one has a nervous breakdown.

This movie was just not made for people like me. I like a story with substance, with weight, with a palpable reason for wanting to be told. This movie was none of those things. You have two very unstable women being allowed to care for a sick animal, and what is the moral of the story, really? Is there is a moral to this story, or is it just one of those vanity projects these filmmakers like to crap out a few times a year to inflate their already enlarged egos? I can already imagine the rounds of applause and proclamations of "What a stylish film!", "So unique", "an exciting new voice in cinema" when this movie was first shown to their peers. It is all LIES.

The only interesting person in this entire film is the male co-worker at the bank. I liked him so much, and eagerly awaited his screen time, that I suffered through this freshman film project of a movie just to hear him speak.

Harvey, I think you are better off in doggie heaven than living with those two wingbats.