The well-drawn contrast between a child's world and an adult's world makes the early, time-biding stages more tolerable than in some horror movies. The problem, once the time-biding is over, is that the whole idea of a movie about a rabid dog seems irredeemably dull, even if that dog were to look a bit more ferocious than a Saint Bernard. The idea becomes doubly dull -- cruelly dull -- when largely limited to one long siege against a mother and son trapped inside a broken-down car. With Dee Wallace; based on a novel by Stephen King; directed by Lewis Teague. (1983) — Duncan Shepherd
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