Remember the 2011 Oscar season when The Artist was picking up prizes left and right? The black and white, silent throwback to old Hollywood was adored by critics groups far and wide. Not only did The Artist dominate the awards circuit, but everyone lost their shit over the little Jack Russell Terrier named Uggie.
I hate this dog. Yeah, I said it. That little ankle biter was EVERYWHERE, and his presence only fueled my distaste over The Artist's dominance over everything that year. Red carpet shows would begin, and then came Uggie prancing up the walkway to various award shows. He charmed the pants off of everyone but me. Uggie took pictures at the Oscars and the Golden Globes, and he eventually "released" a memoir titled Uggie, My Story. This title has surely plagues the bargain section of Barnes and Nobles across the country.
I only bring up that mangy bastard, because I want the orange tabby cat from Inside Llewyn Davis to get his due. Being more of a cat person, I was eager to see a feline in a prominent role in a Coen Brothers flick. We meet Ulysses very early on in the film when Llewyn (Oscar Isaac) accidentally lets him out of the apartment he's staying in. As Llewyn scambles to catch him, the door closes behind him, and he can't get back in. Ulysses becomes a reluctant travel companion--at least until Llewyn can figure out what to do with him.
Sure, Uggie can do tricks. He can playfully jump around on his hind legs to make simple people clap their hands in joyous glee. Ulysses has the moody personality that I would appreciate in a movie star. He continually tried to get away from Llewyn, and he occasionally pops back into the story every now and then. Maybe I am just impressed that they got an adorable cat to sit still for a prolonged period of time. My cat wouldn't stand for that.
Embrace Ulysses, America!!! He's obviously a hard working feline who should get credit for his work in Inside Llewyn Davis. An adorable cat such as Ulysses deserves to prace down at least a few red carpets.