A STREET CAT NAMED BOB

A STREET CAT NAMED BOB 

A STREET CAT NAMED BOB: B

A simple, yet touching story of a recovering drug addict who finds solace in a stray cat that one day wonders into his home. 

Like most modern day films, it had a slow start but eventually built into a fairly strong dramatic piece. 

I feel that Luke Treadaway could have given a stronger performance, but the more I analyze it, the more I feel that his subtle and straightforward approach was perhaps best for the character.

Having one of my best friends in life who has struggled with drug addiction for a long time, I know how much of a nightmare it can be.

The film's strongest attributes were its resolution scenes. The most powerful being when Bob had ran off and James was in desperation looking for him. When he walked up to the drug dealers, I was fearful that he was going to turn to drugs again. I was afraid, in fact petrified that he had given p all hope and would return to his negative lifestyle that he had worked so hard to get out of. When he pauses and says, "I'm looking for my cat. Have you seen him?" I felt an enormous sense of relief, hope and victory. That was one of the best written, directed and acted scenes I've seen in a long time.

I also appreciated the scene with his Dad when the Dad finally had the courage to stick up against his begrudging wife.

"I'm Talking to my son!" loud and clear was another powerful moment in the film.

My only complaints are that English people are difficult to understand. Not sure what it is about a language full of articulation and beauty that some feel needs to be mumbled. I get a kick out of Americans who try and do English accents, who talk slowly with precision and perfect annunciation, when in fact most from the area speak fast, often leaving out syllables and treating the letter r as if it doesn't exist. That's neither here nor there though.

Overall good film. A little too much preparation before the story. The meat was spiced, the potatoes pealed, put the damn meal in the oven already.