Loving Sleeping Dogs LIe

Sleeping Dogs Lie (or, Stay, as it was called when I saw it at Sundance) opened on a couple of screens a couple of months ago to zero fanfare, and has since disappeared. It's too bad; I don't think anyone expected a movie about a girl trying to tell her boyfriend about a regretable act of beastiality would set the box office on fire, but I had hoped that at least the bloggers would have given it a chance. So I was happy to see Mike D'Angelo's defense of the film in indieWIRE's year end poll:

A disquieting sweetness and sincerity lurk beneath the film's admittedly juvenile surface; those who avoided what they assumed to be an endless parade of asinine canine-boner gags missed the most incisive examination of long-term romantic relationships in ages. Granted, it looks like crap...but, then, so does Inland Empire.

I plan to put my own best-of-the-year list together tomorrow after tonight's screening of Children of Men; right now, it looks like Bobcat Goldthwaite's little movie about a girl who blew her dog is going to be on it, and in a pretty high position.