A Boy and His Dog

A cult dystopian vision that takes the “boy and his dog” and wraps it up in black humor and crotch-minded salaciousness. I’m not sure if I enjoyed it, hated it, found it charming, or more quixotic in my estimation, but I know A Boy and His Dog is unlike anything else I’ve seen. Don Johnson is a perpetually horny wanderer in a bombed-out wasteland where canned goods are the new currency and ultraviolence is the way of the land. Did I mention he’s also capable of telepathically communicating with his pet dog? And that he uses his dog’s ability to sniff out potential sexual partners? It’s a wild little movie that’s much better in the first half than it is in the second. The second finds our hero stumbling onto an underground society and things quickly unravel in it as the savage wasteland is cast aside. The underground society is a bit of a mishmash and not well thought out. A Boy and His Dog, at least for a time, does offer a potent weirdness that is damn near intoxicating for its lunacy and even the bad ideas, at times, are (almost) redeemable by their peculiarities.