Here I am back in my Deaf film critic chair, another open-captioned film, this time, "Marmaduke," at the local theatre, this is ridiculous, the audience is full of barking dogs, those Deaf bought in their hearing-dogs, those with the orange collars, a nerve-wreaking experience for the manager worrying about the invasion of the fleas, and scattered popcorns, and water bubbler, being mistaken for a hydrant. ADA in its extreme. Forget the film, stick with the comics, you will rather put up with your kids' whining than suffering, I ain't going to argue with these dogs surrounding me, but they gave their paws up. My advice, it is cheaper to adopt a puppy from the Humane Society for a lifetime of memories than to taking your family to see this rather forgettable film which will fade to oblivion. One dogie left a comment, I know, I just step on it. Come to think of it, Garfield wasn't so bad after all.
This is Smokey, stay tuned for the next episode of Deaf Anthology. Good night, Deaf America!
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