Action is guided less by causality than by deep, primeval urges for which our civilization has no name, animal-brain impulses thrusting an unusually human animal from one hijink to the next.

Just a bad movie, in such a way I can barely even remember what the jokes were supposed to be.

Marmaduke is a steaming pile of movie. If you step in this movie, you’ll need a stick to scrape squished Marmaduke from the treads of your shoes. As the saying goes, you can’t polish a turd – but it doesn’t seem like anyone here even tried.

The cinematic equivalent of fingernails on a blackboard.