Before Mad Max (1979) put the apocalypse in leather and hit the road, L.Q. Jones – one of Sam Peckinpah’s regulars – took the director’s chair to adapt Harlan Ellison’s notorious novella about the last functioning relationship on Earth: a feral teenage scavenger and his telepathic, far better educated dog.
Nominated by new Patron Jason T. Anderson, A Boy and His Dog (1975) drops a baby-faced Don Johnson into the radioactive scrub of 2024 (!), where he roams in search of food and women while his trusty sidekick Blood, voiced with lofty disdain by Tim McIntire, does the thinking for both of them.
Fifty years on, people still can’t agree whether to cherish it or bury it, and most of that argument comes down to one closing line. Does it deserve to escape the Oubliette?
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