I have already made my feelings clear about some of the schlock Disney's been churning out lately, and Beverly Hills Chihuahua is at the top of my hate list. It's not because I think kids are going to talk their parents into running out and getting a Chihuahua, many of which will end up in rescues or shelters (though that might happen, I'm skeptical kids will like it enough). I hate this movie for many reasons: it looks stupid; it has no artistic merit; it's a waste of Drew Barrymore; etc. But if I have to choose just one reason to hate this movie, it is this: Talking. Animals. There is nothing creepier or less funny than anthropomorphized talking animals who have the faux-moving mouths. Except maybe weird talking babies. I mean, I'm sure Jamie Lee Curtis is fabulous here, as she was in Freaky Friday, and the dogs are obviously adorable. But do they have to talk? And does this movie even have to exist? I'm going to go ahead and pretend it doesn't.

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