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<br>movie reviews by David Ng</font>
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<p>When Lasse Hallström’s debut picture <i>My Life as a Dog</i> swept the art-theater circuit, it was a cinch to predict that Mr. Hallström would move on to bigger budgets. At the age when Hollywood’s newcomers are primarily into hi-tech thrillers or bathroom comedy, Mr. Hallström’s gift of crafting a tearjerker that keeps the viewer on the edge of the saccharine bowl without letting him fall in could not be ignored.
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