So while I'm not trying to diminish the raw dickery of A Dog's Purpose, I can't help but chortle cynically at how sporadically our "give a s**t" meter hits the red.
Remember HBO's Luck? Of course you don't -- the show was cancelled back in 2012, on account of it being a house of equine horrors resulting in a body count of at least three. When the AHA rep spoke up about the unsafe treatment, she was promptly fired, due to an alleged deal between her company and HBO's producers. When the dust cleared, the manager had settled a wrongful termination lawsuit with the AHA and no other charges were made.
"Howling sewer dick, how could something like that happen?" you scream into the smartphone, snarling through your morning BM. Well it turns out that the entire film industry is designed to ignore these hilariously avoidable events.
The average film production functions with all the serenity of a Nickelodeon game show. Movies are perpetually over budget and behind schedule. Crews have limited time at each location to set up and break down equipment. And in it all, someone needs to make sure everyone is safe, getting paid, and not f**king around. That person is the Unit Production Manager, the highest low-level position on set. So imagine being a UPM on The Hobbit and getting told that farm animals are dying amid all the other problems you're juggling. Would you a) stop the 700-million-dollar-production to ensure the safety of a chicken and risk your entire career, or b) put on a white southern tux and start heating up the cooking oil?
Do you love this chicken more than you love paying rent?