

In 1961, a novel was written by Wilson Rawls. In 1974, a film was made based on the book, directed by Norman Tokar. In 2003, a remake of the film was bastardized by Lyman Dayton and Sam Pillsbury.
A boy saves up money to buy hunting dogs and they develop a close relationship. I read the book a very long time ago, but never saw the film until now. I really liked the book and the 1974 film was pretty good. The music was calm and sentimental. It fit. Immediately afterward, I watched the 2003 film. FUCK! That was a mistake! The music was absolutely horrid and the script wasn't even re-written. I swear, 90% of the time, the characters said exactly what they said in the '74 version. It seemed like the old film was re-done with crap actors (like the lord of all things suck, Dave Matthews) and crap music. Shit like this gets rules made: no more remakes! Check out the color polarization on this one!
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