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威利（弗朗基·穆尼茲飾）是家中的獨(dú)生子，在那個(gè)年代，獨(dú)生子是十分罕見的，威利因此而受到了同齡人的欺負(fù)和排擠，性格也變得愈加的孤僻。只有住在隔壁的丁克（盧克·威爾遜飾）能讓威利感到快樂和安全，他甚至向丁克請(qǐng)教成為棒球投手的方法?？墒菦]過多久，這個(gè)值得信賴的朋友就離開了威利走上了戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)。為了安慰傷心的威利，母親送給了他一只名叫斯齊普的小狗，斯齊普聰明又聽話，在它的幫助下，威利逐漸的敞開了心門，也有了一群朋友?！ 《】嘶貋砹?，卻背負(fù)上了逃兵的罪名，威利邀請(qǐng)丁克來參加自己的橄欖球比賽，后者失約了。憤怒的威利將火氣發(fā)泄到了斯齊普的身上，這直接導(dǎo)致了斯齊普的離家出走，而這時(shí)的威利才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來斯齊普對(duì)他來說是這樣的重要，他決心要找到它，并且向它道歉。
長(zhǎng)篇影評(píng)
1 ) 有些深意
一個(gè)男孩，因?yàn)橛辛艘恢恍」?，童年變得豐富、有趣。
但這絕不僅僅是關(guān)于人和狗的友誼，還有一些更深的東西。
Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind.
He made friends easily with people of all races and origins.
以及戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)對(duì)身心帶來的摧殘。
看到后面，又淚流滿面。
想念短短。
但這絕不僅僅是關(guān)于人和狗的友誼，還有一些更深的東西。
Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind.
He made friends easily with people of all races and origins.
以及戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)對(duì)身心帶來的摧殘。
看到后面，又淚流滿面。
想念短短。
2 ) 劇中的一些獨(dú)白
Memory is a funny thing.
Recollections slip in and out and around in time leaving plenty of room to weave and backtrack. and drift and glide.
In my life, I've found that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded. My fondest memories are of my childhood days back in Yazoo, Mississippi.
I can still see the town now. Ten thousand souls, and nothing doing.Where the old men sat drowsily in straw-bottom chairs watching the big cars with out-of-state plates whip by.
Drivers hardly knowing and certainly not caring what place this was. There was a war going on then.And it touched our lives every day. War, President Roosevelt reminded us required everybody to make sacrifices. And boy, we did.
The cotton grew tall that year, the summer of 1942, but I sure didn't.
Matter of fact, I stayed so small and puny..l was a target for the neighborhood bullies.
Fortunately, I lived next door to Dink Jenkins Yazoo's best athlete
and favorite son.
————————————————
This was a time of large families.Four or five kids, sometimes more.
So needless to say, ours was already unusual what with me being the only child.
My mother was lively and talkative. Certainly didn't fit the housewife mold.
And my daddy....Well, my daddy was stern and verbearing.He was a war veteran and had lost his leg in battle.And from most accounts, it changed him.
Sometimes it seemed that along with that leg he'd also lost a piece of his heart.
————————————————
I met him on the day I turned 9. He was just a trembling ball of fur. Scared and shy as I was.
That night, lying in bed before sleep l felt the beating of his heart against my body.And though I didn't know it then, he was to change my life forever.
My dog, Skip. My best and most steadfast friend.
Skip and I instantly became the best of friends.He didn't mind that I was scrawny and shy or that I liked books a whole lot more than football.
It was unconditional love on both our parts.
————————————————
You could talk to him as well as you could talk to many human beings. And much better than you could talk to some.
He'd sit down, look you straight in the eye and when he understood you, he'd turn his head sideways.
I watched Skip grow from the puppy who came to me from a farm.into a sleek and dexterous,affectionate dog.
Skip became a true member of the family.We played games together, did household chores.Even my father had to admit Skip was an exceptional dog.
————————————————
Because of Skip,I was able to crossthe threshold from childhood to boyhood from being on the outside to finding myself smack-dab in the middle.
He helped open my eyes to the wonders of life.And I got to know the delta like the palm of my hand.Every bend in the road, every slope, every field.It became as familiar to me as grass or sunlight.
But Skip opened my eyes to other things too.
————————————————
Skip grew to know Yazoo too. It was a good place to grow up for dog and boy.
Being friendly, he occasionally wandered around town by himself and anyone of any consequence knew who he was.
One of Skip's favorite spots was my dear old Aunt Maggie's. Her bridge games meant finger sandwiches for the taking. And the strange creature that was her pet was an endless source of one-sided conversation.
————————————————
Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind.
He made friends easily with people of all races and origins. The town was segregated back then, but as we know, dogs are a whole lot smarter than people.
————————————————
The seasons in our region of America seemed to have minds of their own.
The fields in winter looked so barren that it seemed nothing could ever grow there again like the dark sky would last the rest of the year. Then, magically, spring would come and catch us by surprise every time.
And there were so many surprises that year.
Who'd have thought that my daddy would ever let me play football?Who'd have dreamed that Rivers Applewhite the prettiest girl in town, would let me hold her hand?
————————————————
Old Skip had helped me through the struggles of boyhood.
But his job was far from done.
————————————————
I almost lost old Skip that day.
Even as he was sleeping on the operating table he was still teaching me.
That day l became a young man.
Why, in childhood and youth do we wish time to pass so quickly?
We want to grow up so fast.
Yet as adults, we wish just the opposite.
If, as the authorities often declare a dog's life in relation to a human being'scan be calculated by seven human years to his one then Skip was an adult when I was still a boy.
Sometimes it seemed as if he possessed the wisdom of a creature as old as time.
————————————————
In remembering moments such as these. l retain the sad, sweet reflection of being an only child and having a loyal and loving dog.
For the struggles of my life of the dangers, toils and snares of my childhood hymns loyalty and love are the best things of al and surely the most lasting.
The day finally arrived for me to move away from home. I was awarded a scholarship to attend Oxford University in England. A long way from Yazoo, Mississippi and a long way from my family and friends.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship and love and death.
I was an only child.
He was an only dog.
————————————————
Old Skip was and feeble with arthritis but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own.
Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out and pointing eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement.
He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it,he'd yawn, and he'd stretch reach out to me with his paws as if he was trying to embrace me.
I received a transatlantic call one day.
"Skip died"Daddy said.
He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket.They buried him out under our elm tree, they said.
That wasn't totally true, for he really lay buried in my heart.
Recollections slip in and out and around in time leaving plenty of room to weave and backtrack. and drift and glide.
In my life, I've found that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded. My fondest memories are of my childhood days back in Yazoo, Mississippi.
I can still see the town now. Ten thousand souls, and nothing doing.Where the old men sat drowsily in straw-bottom chairs watching the big cars with out-of-state plates whip by.
Drivers hardly knowing and certainly not caring what place this was. There was a war going on then.And it touched our lives every day. War, President Roosevelt reminded us required everybody to make sacrifices. And boy, we did.
The cotton grew tall that year, the summer of 1942, but I sure didn't.
Matter of fact, I stayed so small and puny..l was a target for the neighborhood bullies.
Fortunately, I lived next door to Dink Jenkins Yazoo's best athlete
and favorite son.
————————————————
This was a time of large families.Four or five kids, sometimes more.
So needless to say, ours was already unusual what with me being the only child.
My mother was lively and talkative. Certainly didn't fit the housewife mold.
And my daddy....Well, my daddy was stern and verbearing.He was a war veteran and had lost his leg in battle.And from most accounts, it changed him.
Sometimes it seemed that along with that leg he'd also lost a piece of his heart.
————————————————
I met him on the day I turned 9. He was just a trembling ball of fur. Scared and shy as I was.
That night, lying in bed before sleep l felt the beating of his heart against my body.And though I didn't know it then, he was to change my life forever.
My dog, Skip. My best and most steadfast friend.
Skip and I instantly became the best of friends.He didn't mind that I was scrawny and shy or that I liked books a whole lot more than football.
It was unconditional love on both our parts.
————————————————
You could talk to him as well as you could talk to many human beings. And much better than you could talk to some.
He'd sit down, look you straight in the eye and when he understood you, he'd turn his head sideways.
I watched Skip grow from the puppy who came to me from a farm.into a sleek and dexterous,affectionate dog.
Skip became a true member of the family.We played games together, did household chores.Even my father had to admit Skip was an exceptional dog.
————————————————
Because of Skip,I was able to crossthe threshold from childhood to boyhood from being on the outside to finding myself smack-dab in the middle.
He helped open my eyes to the wonders of life.And I got to know the delta like the palm of my hand.Every bend in the road, every slope, every field.It became as familiar to me as grass or sunlight.
But Skip opened my eyes to other things too.
————————————————
Skip grew to know Yazoo too. It was a good place to grow up for dog and boy.
Being friendly, he occasionally wandered around town by himself and anyone of any consequence knew who he was.
One of Skip's favorite spots was my dear old Aunt Maggie's. Her bridge games meant finger sandwiches for the taking. And the strange creature that was her pet was an endless source of one-sided conversation.
————————————————
Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind.
He made friends easily with people of all races and origins. The town was segregated back then, but as we know, dogs are a whole lot smarter than people.
————————————————
The seasons in our region of America seemed to have minds of their own.
The fields in winter looked so barren that it seemed nothing could ever grow there again like the dark sky would last the rest of the year. Then, magically, spring would come and catch us by surprise every time.
And there were so many surprises that year.
Who'd have thought that my daddy would ever let me play football?Who'd have dreamed that Rivers Applewhite the prettiest girl in town, would let me hold her hand?
————————————————
Old Skip had helped me through the struggles of boyhood.
But his job was far from done.
————————————————
I almost lost old Skip that day.
Even as he was sleeping on the operating table he was still teaching me.
That day l became a young man.
Why, in childhood and youth do we wish time to pass so quickly?
We want to grow up so fast.
Yet as adults, we wish just the opposite.
If, as the authorities often declare a dog's life in relation to a human being'scan be calculated by seven human years to his one then Skip was an adult when I was still a boy.
Sometimes it seemed as if he possessed the wisdom of a creature as old as time.
————————————————
In remembering moments such as these. l retain the sad, sweet reflection of being an only child and having a loyal and loving dog.
For the struggles of my life of the dangers, toils and snares of my childhood hymns loyalty and love are the best things of al and surely the most lasting.
The day finally arrived for me to move away from home. I was awarded a scholarship to attend Oxford University in England. A long way from Yazoo, Mississippi and a long way from my family and friends.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship and love and death.
I was an only child.
He was an only dog.
————————————————
Old Skip was and feeble with arthritis but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own.
Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out and pointing eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement.
He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it,he'd yawn, and he'd stretch reach out to me with his paws as if he was trying to embrace me.
I received a transatlantic call one day.
"Skip died"Daddy said.
He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket.They buried him out under our elm tree, they said.
That wasn't totally true, for he really lay buried in my heart.
3 ) 童年的伙伴
再看一次，仍然熱淚盈眶。
童年時(shí)的狗狗，教會(huì)你認(rèn)識(shí)愛、友情、死亡，還有很多其他東西。
SKIP就像鎮(zhèn)上的一員，人人都愛他。
童年時(shí)的狗狗，教會(huì)你認(rèn)識(shí)愛、友情、死亡，還有很多其他東西。
SKIP就像鎮(zhèn)上的一員，人人都愛他。
4 ) 有感而發(fā)
半夜打開電視看的時(shí)候，只剩下后半段。
小男孩趴在手術(shù)后昏迷的Skip身邊，輕輕說，沒有你我該怎么辦。
沒有你的陪伴，上天入地，我只是我。
這樣的午夜，當(dāng)周圍全部寂靜的時(shí)候，聽見有個(gè)小男孩這樣安靜的說。
仿佛我也成為他的一部分。
記憶中這樣的場(chǎng)景被勾起來。
可是，我也是在上學(xué)時(shí)候聽到這個(gè)消息，沒有來得及見寶貝最后一面，它的痛苦，我不曾安慰。
可是，很多東西化在血液里，成為自己無法分割的，一直存在。
最感人的電影是，跟現(xiàn)實(shí)有太多契合，
原來，人的很多感情真的是很相通的。
沒看完，只選了推薦。
我不知道，對(duì)于別人來說，這部電影是什么樣子的。
對(duì)我，給了我那么多回憶，很足夠了。
小男孩趴在手術(shù)后昏迷的Skip身邊，輕輕說，沒有你我該怎么辦。
沒有你的陪伴，上天入地，我只是我。
這樣的午夜，當(dāng)周圍全部寂靜的時(shí)候，聽見有個(gè)小男孩這樣安靜的說。
仿佛我也成為他的一部分。
記憶中這樣的場(chǎng)景被勾起來。
可是，我也是在上學(xué)時(shí)候聽到這個(gè)消息，沒有來得及見寶貝最后一面，它的痛苦，我不曾安慰。
可是，很多東西化在血液里，成為自己無法分割的，一直存在。
最感人的電影是，跟現(xiàn)實(shí)有太多契合，
原來，人的很多感情真的是很相通的。
沒看完，只選了推薦。
我不知道，對(duì)于別人來說，這部電影是什么樣子的。
對(duì)我，給了我那么多回憶，很足夠了。
5 ) 好主題爛故事
大概是老片子了，不太符合評(píng)分。爸爸不讓養(yǎng)狗那段挖了個(gè)坑，以為有什么難言之隱。好好地打著橄欖球，突然成打棒球了。黑人小男孩挖了個(gè)坑，沒下文了。鎮(zhèn)花跟了宅男屌絲，常年欺負(fù)人的壞男孩突然拉主角入伙，走私犯被發(fā)現(xiàn)卻只是把主角綁起來，這不愧是一部智商略低的兒童片。Skip咬住橄欖球幫助主角得分并讓壞孩子贊嘆那段簡(jiǎn)直尷尬癥泛濫。Skip頭上著實(shí)挨了一下鐵锨，醫(yī)生說盡力了，鏡頭給skip，發(fā)現(xiàn)沒有傷口沒有包扎沒有所謂的“盡力了”的處理。球場(chǎng)上明明不是因?yàn)樾那椴睿且驗(yàn)槿蹼u，所以才沒打好，所謂的實(shí)力差卻脾氣大，這種主角一點(diǎn)兒都不討人喜歡。不如把對(duì)戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)的反思作為主線更能博得眼球。全靠獨(dú)白撐起一片天，人和狗的感情是非常容易催淚的，選擇了這個(gè)好主題，卻附加了一個(gè)爛故事，如果說是因?yàn)楦鶕?jù)真人真事改編，那么改編得好爛。幾個(gè)小孩演得不錯(cuò)
6 ) 賣萌的小清新狗狗
大多數(shù)人對(duì)于寵物的電影都無抵抗，我也是。
一開始以為又是一部狗狗陪著主人長(zhǎng)大到老的故事，沒想到影片只截取了童年的部分。
前半段的拍攝方式和阿甘正傳感覺有些相似，小男孩的不受待見，以及狗狗帶給他新奇的世界。
影片的高潮就是棒球賽男孩打了狗狗，驚了所有人。狗狗就像所有女豬腳一樣悲傷的跑走了，并酗了酒- =
感覺影片有些點(diǎn)并沒有展開。。
遇到壞人沒搏斗？
和黑人相遇無交流？
丁克和爸爸的遭遇？
和小女朋友長(zhǎng)大沒交代？
不過還是比較感人，狗狗活了過來。當(dāng)然最后還是死了。。
PS:小男孩長(zhǎng)得像冠希0 0
一開始以為又是一部狗狗陪著主人長(zhǎng)大到老的故事，沒想到影片只截取了童年的部分。
前半段的拍攝方式和阿甘正傳感覺有些相似，小男孩的不受待見，以及狗狗帶給他新奇的世界。
影片的高潮就是棒球賽男孩打了狗狗，驚了所有人。狗狗就像所有女豬腳一樣悲傷的跑走了，并酗了酒- =
感覺影片有些點(diǎn)并沒有展開。。
遇到壞人沒搏斗？
和黑人相遇無交流？
丁克和爸爸的遭遇？
和小女朋友長(zhǎng)大沒交代？
不過還是比較感人，狗狗活了過來。當(dāng)然最后還是死了。。
PS:小男孩長(zhǎng)得像冠希0 0
溫情的配樂像是一枚催化劑，慢慢升華這段人與動(dòng)物的感情，大半段的影片都很感人，讓觀者的內(nèi)心暖暖的，美中不足的是結(jié)尾的倉促處理讓影片有點(diǎn)虎頭蛇尾
秋天想看暖心的電影 挺受不了長(zhǎng)大了離家了狗狗被丟下了還天天去趴主人床的鏡頭T T 前幾天我喂的小虎因?yàn)槊Q了個(gè)人喂 吃了一口就不吃了 我以為她病了嚇壞了趕緊去看她 結(jié)果她看到我很高興的撲我身上 然后一口不剩的把肉都吃了 看得我又窩心又心酸
一看有關(guān)動(dòng)物的電影我的眼淚就嘩嘩的
對(duì)狗狗題材的電影總是格外寬容，劇情弱一點(diǎn)也無傷大雅。前半部分笑得不行，結(jié)尾從狗狗目送威利離開家鄉(xiāng)開始，終于控制不住飆淚。養(yǎng)狗的人最看不得這類情節(jié)，心酸。Moose真是個(gè)德藝雙馨的表演藝術(shù)家，無論賣萌賣慘都收放自如。是個(gè)90后，主演過電影，拍過長(zhǎng)達(dá)十季的電視劇，90年代片酬就已高達(dá)每集1萬美金。2006年去世，享年16歲，在imdb和豆瓣都有自己的影人頁，兒子也是演員，可謂狗生贏家了。
I am the only child， you are the only dog
導(dǎo)演對(duì)二戰(zhàn)對(duì)種族歧視都一筆帶過，著力描寫SKIP，為了給觀眾展現(xiàn)最美好的一面。這就是這部片子全部要做的事情。即使是最后的分別都很美好。一個(gè)完整又不沉重的故事。電影最難控制的就是小孩兒和動(dòng)物，但這片做的挺好的。
其實(shí)只是個(gè)很普通的故事,但是看到最后,我抱著我們家的狗狗痛哭失聲,雖然它才3歲,但是我已經(jīng)無數(shù)次的害怕面對(duì)那最后的時(shí)刻,心揪著痛,可那小家伙一心想著睡覺不理我,真是不解風(fēng)情啊,笨狗,你也學(xué)學(xué)人家SKIP啊....
我小的時(shí)候好想有一只IQ比較的小動(dòng)物做寵物，但我媽最多能允許我要的只是一只小雞或者是小鴨子之類的。他可能是怕如果有一天小家伙死了我會(huì)很傷心，但我想如果小的時(shí)候真的能有這樣的一個(gè)小伙伴陪我，我應(yīng)該會(huì)比現(xiàn)在。。反正會(huì)多少不一樣一點(diǎn)。
孩子都希望自己趕快長(zhǎng)大.成人們都相反..我突然就想家了...
看這片子的那一年還不知道，我也會(huì)有一只全世界最棒的狗陪我一起成長(zhǎng)。p.s.男主是長(zhǎng)殘童星的代表
如同《忠犬八公》一樣，《我的小狗斯齊普》也是煽情到極致，片中的狗的演技也是牛X到極致?？赐赀@種片子，大部分人都會(huì)萌發(fā)養(yǎng)一只狗的沖動(dòng)。不過同純萌寵片不同的是，《我的小狗斯齊普》更像一部純美式的親情片，這樣的影片最大的作用就是，無論多灰暗的心情在看完電影后都會(huì)陽光起來。
⒈回憶是個(gè)有趣的東西，記憶的碎片在腦海中時(shí)隱時(shí)現(xiàn)、繚繞徘徊，留下充足的空間供你回想與品味，讓思緒信馬由韁。⒉半夜觀影，看到「Show and Tell」課堂上有個(gè)小胖女孩展示她的蛇那段時(shí)，覺得困就先睡覺，沒想到卻夢(mèng)到在家睡覺，床邊卻纏繞一條蟒蛇，不過后來它就消失不見了；⒊威利的爸媽親眼看到兒子被那三個(gè)男孩欺負(fù)時(shí)卻沒有直接上前阻止？什么情況？⒋狗演員慕斯 Moose的兒子恩佐（Enzo）也是一位狗演員，曾與其共同出演《我的小狗斯奇普》；⒌故事的趣味度低于預(yù)期，小狗的戲份少于預(yù)期，★★★☆
今晚的兩個(gè)片子都不錯(cuò)啊，本以為這個(gè)題目又會(huì)是什么輕喜劇，但一聽音樂就感覺不對(duì)，畫面一出來更是馬上把我吸引，于是看了下去，溫暖的回憶童年的調(diào)調(diào)，帶著點(diǎn)小憂傷，畫面、色彩都是我喜歡的，3.5/5
綜合而言，這是我看過最好的狗片。美國(guó)狗片典型的無腦與鬧騰，《我家也有貝多芬7》影片里的導(dǎo)演便是這樣抓人眼球。關(guān)于狗，很少見到如此用心之作。其實(shí)是講一個(gè)小男孩的成長(zhǎng)（真漂亮，演得也不錯(cuò)），狗在這里是他的朋友，完全讓人忽略寵物的身份。導(dǎo)演控制的很好，一點(diǎn)也不煸情，雖然還是被催出淚來。
那時(shí)候她年輕美好的能掐出水來，怕孩子孤獨(dú)送了只小狗給他，成就了這個(gè)故事。配樂很大氣，成功的勾起人的回憶。
養(yǎng)狗、養(yǎng)人，隨便養(yǎng)什么都好，既然決定養(yǎng)了就負(fù)起責(zé)任來，心情不好就拿養(yǎng)的東西撒氣簡(jiǎn)直是耍流氓。
其實(shí)可以翻譯成小狗跳跳，那個(gè)時(shí)候的美國(guó)小鎮(zhèn)真可愛，回憶，尤其是這種單純而平淡的回憶，總有一種特別奇異的成分讓人想哭一場(chǎng)，真的就像作者所說，傷感又甜蜜
真是抗拒不了動(dòng)物主題的片子！再加上孩子美好童年的一切瑣事，就是溫馨和溫情！ 斯齊普在手術(shù)臺(tái)上被威利喚醒的那一瞬間淚奔了！
小男孩演得不夠自然啊，而且他的角色設(shè)定未免太過老成——不光是青春萌動(dòng)，還有他的說話和眼神等方面。就故事而言，是溫情類型，不過我沒有哭，可能是我哭點(diǎn)太高（但《忠犬八公》我真的有感動(dòng)?。?。支線有點(diǎn)多，顯得散亂，真正和小狗相處的部分表現(xiàn)得似乎不是很夠。
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