A quick glance reveals that all four tires on their car have been flattened. Darm and Evo flee back inside. They discover the landline phone is dead. They’re both terrified of going outside for fear of the dog and his owner. They pass a long, sleepless night peering into the darkness, jumping at every sound, sure that their doors will be beaten down at any moment by a MAGA mob with torches and pitchforks. During the night, they think they smell smoke as though someone has set fire to the home.
Subtitled The New American Civil War, Dog Bites Man is meant to be an allegory for the current social and political climate in the United States, and it sells that point. The commentary is particularly sharp, comparing people in the cities to suburbs, exurbs, and especially rural areas of the country. With the antagonists off-screen (except for the dog), there’s a definite cabin-in-the-woods vibe that is terrible and funny at the same time. There are unseen monsters in the dark. The home that serves as the single location for the bulk of the runtime is beautiful. It features rustic but tasteful design elements and is full of art and classical music. The two characters are equally well-heeled, so much so that it seems a bit tone-deaf when one of them snarks that the local troglodytes don’t like them being there but like their money well enough. That one misses the target because wealth inequality in the country is an existential concern that lives at the same threat level as homophobia/xenophobia.
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