{"id":399,"date":"2004-02-02T22:16:04","date_gmt":"2004-02-03T03:16:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=399"},"modified":"2010-07-08T13:32:28","modified_gmt":"2010-07-08T17:32:28","slug":"baxter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=399","title":{"rendered":"<i>Baxter<\/i>: &#8220;If it weren&#8217;t for Hitler, it would have made a great love story.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Baxter&#8221; is the story of Baxter, who is a Bull Terrier &#8230; who <i>thinks <\/i>things, and is envious of humans, and wants to meet a human who is &#8220;like&#8221; him.  He wants to be a part of the human world, he wants to understand.  But those humans keep getting in the way.<\/p>\n<p>First impressions, favorite moments:<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; all of the extreme close-ups of Baxter&#8217;s face.  Baxter is a bull terrier.  The camera gets right up in his face.  Sometimes all you see are his eyeballs. He looks so pathetic &#8211; the face is so hilarious &#8211; and the <i>profile<\/i>.  The profile was too much as he stared longingly across the street at the house of the young couple.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; the VOICE of Baxter the dog.  Baxter speaks in a male voice, very low and gravelly, and he sounds like he could literally go off the deep end and snap emotionally at any moment.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I loved the words of Baxter as well.  He spoke in very blunt cut-and-dry terms.  He was living with &#8220;the old lady&#8221; (a chaotic unhappy time in his life)  and she wouldn&#8217;t let him go outside, and he became obsessed with the couple across the street.  He had &#8220;unnatural thoughts&#8221;.  He would sneak to the window to stare at them.  Multiple shots of the profile of the dog&#8217;s face as he looks out the window, which was funnier every time I saw it.  The Old Lady closes the door of her bedroom, and he can&#8217;t go in there.  Here comes the voiceover:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;She does things in there I&#8217;m not allowed to see.  So I go to the window and imagine that I am smelling the garden.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>All said in this kind of barely-psychotic voice-over voice.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I loved the shots of Baxter running like mad behind the kid&#8217;s bike (before their relationship turned sour as well).  Oh, he was so happy &#8211; he was running SO HARD &#8211; with this little bow-legged run &#8211; but you know that in his heart, this is one messed-up dog, who has already killed The Old Lady and tried to kill &#8220;the creature&#8221; (the newborn baby of the couple across the street) &#8211; so his glee at running down the street is intensely disturbing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Baxter in the damn tutu.  Baxter, with that psycho male voiceover voice, in a tutu, being made to stand on his hind legs and dance.<\/p>\n<p>Baxter confesses that it &#8220;hurts&#8221; not to obey the command &#8220;Heel&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The indignity of it all.  The indignity of being a dog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Baxter&#8221; is the story of Baxter, who is a Bull Terrier &#8230; who thinks things, and is envious of humans, and wants to meet a human who is &#8220;like&#8221; him. He wants to be a part of the human world, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=399\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/399"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=399"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15821,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/399\/revisions\/15821"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}