Sure, thats a dramatically undesirable destiny, but how could it possibly fill a feature length film?
Meet Cujo, the lovable Saint Bernard.
See Cujo chase the bunny into its hole.
See the big brown bats that bite Cujo on the nose.
Do we really need another page?
Dont we know what will happen next?
Vic is clueless to his wifes infidelity for only the briefest of screen moments.
He keys in, ironically, just as Donna calls it quits.
Ed Lauter plays the role with an air of villainy that suggests Jack Torrance with a migraine.
Charity and Brett unwittingly escape this fate by fleeing their head of household.
His violent outbursts toward her are followed by his dramatic destruction of the Trenton family home.
It is worth mentioning that Stephen King wrote the novelCujoduring a period of his life marked by alcoholic blackout.
King contributed heavily to the screenplay and Tads onscreen survival may well be of his making.
Time stops and the credits roll, as the viewer is left without satisfaction, without catharsis.
We can flee or fight monsters, but not our personal failures.
