Saw Samuel Fuller’s White Dog on the big screen. (For those of you who don’t know it, it’s Fuller’s unreleased movie about a German shepherd specifically trained to attack black people.) I still don’t know what to make of it - a somewhat ham-fisted if certainly original attempt to address racism (though movies like Lawrence Kasdan’s Grand Canyon were much worse), terrible acting from Kristy McNichol, dialogue (co-written by Curtis Hanson) that’s really unable to transcend its pulpy origins - but there’s something about the movie that gets under your skin. (This mainly has to do with the anti-racist dog de-trainer played by Paul Winfield, whose nobility of intentions places him on the continuum of Noble African American Men of Hollywood, but it’s a compelling role nonetheless.)