Although well-made, this screen adaptation of Stephen King’s Cujo emerges as a dull, uneventful entry in the horror genre. Novel about a mad dog on the rampage occupies a low place in the King canon, which is understandable if the film’s stupefying predictability is an accurate reflection of the book.
Opening sequence has a lovable looking St. Bernard bitten on the nose by a bat, whereupon audience is introduced to the Trentons, a family of young parents and a son which is disintegrating, mostly thanks to Dee Wallace’s sideline affair with a local worker. Story basically marks time until, at least halfway through, the dog begins attacking Maine seacoast locals (pic was shot in Northern California).
Except for the appealing kid played by Danny Pintauro, the characters are of little interest.