Ay, Chihuahua! Beverly Hills Chihuahua is better than its premise and trailer might lead you to believe. But not by much.
The film opens in, where else, Beverly Hills—a world of perfectly manicured lawns and people, of glittering couture and gleaming cars, of plastic credit cards and even more plastic bodies. It's also the place where people spend more on their dogs' wardrobes, clothing and jewelry than the entire gross national product of Morocco.
This is Lassie's world: all the dogs understand humans and some humans even speak a little dog.
When we first meet the Chihuahua Chloe (voice of Drew Barrymore), decked out in a gleaming Harry Winston diamond collar, Italian pink leather booties and a frilly pink skirt, she is being dropped off at a doggie beauty parlor for a spa treatment. It isn't long before we see her back at home for a "play date"—lying out by the pool with her favorite dog pals all clad in an assortment of bikinis, dresses, berets and sunglasses. (As ridiculous as the scene looks and sounds, it would be funnier if it weren't also all too often reality.)
Chloe is one pampered pooch. She spends her days doted on by her wealthy owner Vivian (Jamie Lee Curtis), dining on steak and lying about on silk cushions. Chloe is so wrapped up in her over-indulged, pampered life that she barely even notices those outside her circle of coddled friends, including the amorous, working-class Papi (voice of George Lopez), who belongs to Sam (Manolo Cardona), Vivian's landscape gardener. Somehow, despite her rebuffs and haughty condescension, Papi remains devoted to his puppy Prima Donna.
When Vivian has to go to Europe on business and the regular dog sitter calls in sick, Chloe is left in the reluctant care of Vivian's ...1