|Where the Dogs Divide Her (2010)|
|Starring:||Jon Stoley and John Fletcher|
|The Plot: Where the Dogs Divide Her is an experimental film, not completely unlike Eraserhead or El Topo, where logic and narrative take a backseat for the experience of the purely visual and unleashed creativity. If there is a story, it focuses on Everard Fletcher (Jon Stoley) a young man tormented by a past he can not forget nor find forgiveness for. We watch as he stumbles through a bizarre world of violence and eccentricity that defines the term “surreal”. Will he awaken from this nightmarish world and find redemption, or will the darkness he finds himself imprisoned in slowly devour his soul?|
Seemingly a hodgepodge of concepts, Where the Dogs Divide Her seems to be a free flowing look at various forms of inner guilt and dark contemplative ideas. The main problem I seem to have with the film, and apparently others have felt this way before me, is the lack of substantial aspects of intrigue. Not that a surrealist piece of cinema should be held in the same position that more mainstream films usually are, by having characters for us to root for or grab our interest. I just find that in the case of really great filmmakers who have made films in this style, even if one doesn’t completely understand what the artist is saying, the audience is usually left in awe by their creativity. Although Where the Dogs Divide Her is most certainly a visual film and comes across as greatly polished, it lacks the confrontational, sordid and clashing visuals of a Jordorowsky or Luis Buñuel style. Even though it has some interesting character moments, it lacks the well rounded appeal of David Lynch’s often humorous narrative creations. The hook is unfortunately missing from the line, and the audience is left nibbling at the bait but unwilling to engage with the film.