Mongreloid

'Kuchar mothers his dog as if it were an autistic child, white he reminisces in their San Francisco living room about their past in the Bronx. Since the massive animal cannot talk back, the filmmaker monologues his own biography to him, illustrating it with flashbacks. The degenerate enthusiasm with which the author aspires to evoke the dog's excretory pleasures underlines the absurdity and pathos of this fiction of fellowship'.

- P. Adams Sitney, Village Voice