A Boy and His Dog (1975)

Alright. So last night I rewatched *A Boy and His Dog*, the oddball cult flick from 1975 directed by L.Q. Jones – the guy who used to show up in Sam Peckinpah films and suddenly decided to direct this bonkers little post-nuke story. Don Johnson’s in it. That’s right. Young Don before the pastel suits and boat chases in *Miami Vice*. He plays Vic, this grubby, horny teenager wandering a wasteland with his telepathic dog, Blood. Yes, the dog *talks*. Sort of. With this dry, sarcastic voice that sounds like someone’s grumpy old uncle.

I first saw this during a late-night sci-fi marathon på ZTV back in ‘94, right between *Dark Star* and *THX-1138.* I remember my cousin Micke being completely traumatised by the ending. He just stared at the credits and whispered, “What the hell just happened?” We were eating cheese doodles that went untouched for the last half hour. That says a lot.

The whole film’s like a dirty pulp mag cover brought to life – full of moral grey zones and weird sexual politics that made me squirm a bit this time around. Some parts haven’t aged well, honestly. The whole underground utopia bit – with its terrifying Stepford culture and creepy clown makeup – still creeps me out like a Skansen midsommar drunk on vodka.

And yet… there’s something brutally honest here. The world’s gone to crap, and Vic and Blood are just trying to survive. It’s grim, it’s funny, it’s super weird. Like a twisted folk saga for sci-fi nerds. I dunno if I’d recommend it for everyone, but if you like your post-apocalypse messy, rude, and a bit mean-spirited – give it a shot. Just… don’t bring your date. Or do. Depending on what kinda person you’re into.

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