For all of the talent of its cast and crew this adaptation of Stein's best-seller stalls out on the track long before it has the chance to reach the finish line.

I feel like this device probably works a lot better on the page... It is so mawkish, smothered in cloying anthropomorphism from start to finish.

It's laughably contrived and shamelessly calculating. Dog's bollocks, but not in a good way.

The Art of Racing in the Rain is a daft idea for a film, but worse than that it’s depressing.