My Dog Tulip is a tender and exquisite animation about one man and his dog which gets as close to what it is to love dogs as I’ve ever encountered, and goes a considerable way to making up for what dog-lovers have had to put up with at the cinema in recent years (Hotel for Dogs, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Marley & Me; utter tripe).
My Dog Tulip is a tender and exquisite animation about one man and his dog which gets as close to what it is to love dogs as I’ve ever encountered, and goes a considerable way to making up for what dog-lovers have had to put up with at the cinema in recent years (Hotel for Dogs, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Marley & Me; utter tripe).
This is based on the 1956 memoir by J.R. Ackerley (1896–1967), one of the great literary editors of his day (he was arts editor of the BBC magazine the Listener), and who, for 15 years, shared his small Putney flat with Tulip, an Alsatian bitch whom he observed with an awe that was rapturous but never sentimental. This film is that book, filmed, and it is charming, beautiful and supremely sophisticated; treating the human-canine relationship as the mutually beneficial marvel it is. (I took a career break to raise my dog, but he has paid me back in spades by looking funny in the yarmulke I keep for the very purpose; gets me every time.)
Ackerley was ‘quite over 50’ when he adopted Tulip, who was 18 months old and had previously been imprisoned in a small yard, although, of course, she rescues him as much as anything. Ackerley was openly gay at a time when it was difficult to be openly gay, or gay at all, and Tulip became the ‘ideal friend’ he’d always yearned for.

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