Review of The Dogfather

Marie Ward plays the most horrible, soul-destroying wife. Ward's character of the wife/mother Christine Franks exists to not work, to do her hair before going to the hair stylist and providing a steady non-stop series of verbal attacks on her ridiculed hubby. White male fathers must always be ridiculed by hipsters. The couple's son has a weak heart, treated like a hangnail as he is competing in a paintball club. The poor husband/father is tasked by an evil boss rude on the wife's level to fabricate a physical architectural model in the next 2 weeks. So let's go get a new bulldog to tear up the household, the model, and take his place in bed. Comically, the dad builds a concentration camp dog house that his cold fish relegates him. Meanwhile, the Dogfather plot of a mafioso whose ruby ring is inside the dog goes on long after the ring has been passed. Two henchmen fail like "Home Alone" but mostly against each other. The hubby gets his backyard presentation only to have the dog ruin it. The sympathy from the unenployed wife? "Calm down, you can get another job." I hate her. After all this misery and abuse by the dog and wife, we suddenly have a model family. The mob guy doesn't get his ring or dog back. This movie is so irritating that I kept checking the time left. Good Luck.