Max reminds me of the type of movies I grew up with, wholesome and meaningful. Max is a precision trained military dog (Belgian Malinois) and his handler a United States Marine, Kyle Wincott, who serves together on the frontlines of Afghanistan. During a maneuver that went terribly wrong, Kyle Wincott was mortally wounded. Max was traumatized by the loss of his best friend, Kyle and was unable to remain in service; therefore, he is shipped stateside to Kyle’s family to recuperate. Max’s trauma was multiplied considering he witnessed Kyle’s so called boyhood friend, Tyler, shoot him; additionally, Tyler would have shot Max if the other soldiers had not shown up on the scene.
Kyle’s younger brother, Justin, who is on his way to becoming a delinquent, has lived in his big brother’s shadow with his father, (Operation Desert Storm veteran who lost a limb) Ray making it abundantly clear that he doesn’t live up to his expectations. Justin is the only person that Max is interested in building a bond with and with the help of his newly formed friendship with tough talking, tomboy Carmen, he learns to appreciate Max. Justin relinquishes his boot-legging video game business to devote time to learn to …show more content…
Ray seemed a little more hardened by losing a son that he equated with his own persona, directly cut from his cloth. Deborah, having lost Kyle, did not want to lose Justin as well. Justin felt alone, missing Kyle believing that he was somehow responsible for Kyle’s absence. I could identify with Deborah since I too had lost children to death and I probably hold onto my granddaughters too tight because of this. When my paternal grandmother died, the pain in my heart was so intense, I thought it would burst; however, with the passage of time I accepted that she continues to live in my memories. On January 15th of this year, my best friend Alice died and this loss still hurts to the