Strays Should’ve Been Put Down

It’s not news-making to assert that theatrical comedies aren’t doing well; though, when Adam Devine recently had an interview quote misinterpreted by social media to that effect, it did go viral. But the crux of his statement was both true and widely known: Marvel’s presence in the industry has helped to make it so that there is no longer any room on the theatrical slate for the mid-budget comedy, or any mid-budget films, really. The “little comedies,” as Devine calls them, are not as sought after by audiences as the big blockbusters, because “little comedies” are the types of films commonly relegated to streaming services in living rooms; No Hard Feelings cannot compete with the scale of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3. “There were like 45 comedies in the theater per year,” Devine explained. “So every week or so, there’s a new comedy in the theaters. Now, last year, there was like 6 or 7. It’s crazy.”
Still, despite the largely barren comedic slate, there have been a few beacons. No Hard Feelings actually was a modest hit, as was the dreadful Cocaine Bear. And it was by no means mid-budget, but the success of the incredibly funny Barbie—a film which persuaded some theatergoers back into an AMC recliner for the first time since before the pandemic—needs no repeating. If those successes are any indication, audiences do want to get out of the house and see comedy films on the big screen.
Enter Strays: A proper mid-budget flick led by heavy-hitting A-listers, directed by a guy who helmed a sleeper hit two years ago (Josh Greenbaum, of Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar) and produced by the sure-fire box office duo of Phil Lord and Christopher Miller (also, Fast X director Louis Leterrier?). There are a lot of moving parts all coming together which would make it seem like, on the surface, Strays—about a naïve Border Terrier seeking revenge on the neglectful owner who abandoned him—could be another light in the darkness of the 2020s’ theatrical comedy films. Perhaps the celebrity names and premise of “R-rated Homeward Bound” will be enough to coax butts into theater seats. It’s just a shame that the movie itself is not worth the price of admission.
Reggie (Will Ferrell) is a loving little canine obliviously devoted to his hateful, deadbeat master Doug (Will Forte). Doug tries to rid himself of the animal through repeated engagements in a “game” that Reggie refers to as “Fetch and Fuck,” in which a feigned, miles-away round of fetch meant to abandon the animal habitually concludes in Reggie finding his way home and Doug responding derisively by saying “Fuck.” At the end of his rope, Doug attempts one final game of Fetch and Fuck, driving Reggie a whopping three hours away and dumping him in an alley. Of course, Reggie retrieves the tossed ball to find that Doug has left—all part of the game he knows and loves. But this time, Reggie finds that he’s trapped and can’t access the pathway to lead him back the way he came. Suddenly, the little house dog is reluctantly mingling with strays—Sneering Afghan Hound “prostitutes” and Rottweiler heavies—before Reggie is saved by a streetwise Boston Terrier named Bug (Jamie Foxx), whose personality is, of course, bigger than his small stature.