Oh my god it's Doggie Porn. Mooch is this Benji type dog that can do some tricks and wears some cute OUTFITS, warning warning. 'She' goes to Hollywood, apparently to screw her way to the top if you can believe the incessant and ludicrous narration from Zsa Zsa Gabor. But how are you gonna reach the top when your only ins are Vincent Price, Mickey Rooney, and James Darren? All of whom take turns running toward Mooch on the beach in slow motion. When Jim Backus takes his turn he's got what looks like a tumor on his nose but apparently he's been made up to look like Mr. Magoo. I was thinking it was pretty low for the filmmakers to put Backus through such demeaning paces, but I check the back cover and he wrote it himself! I had constructed a scenario in my head where it was Gabor's dog in real life and she got her latest husband to bankroll it. I didn't think there was any other possible excuse. I love human beings and think they are basically intelligent and capable, but the positive commentary on this movie elsewhere on this page is a SOLID case for the opposing view. Then again, the box is warning enough to anyone who isn't already disposed to dog-gasms. I swear I only got it because the sale was six for ten bucks and I was short one.
Review of Mooch
