
Because of Winn-Dixie, I lost over an hour and a half of my life that I will never see again. Somehow, somewhere, someone thought the idea of making a sickly sweet movie about a sad little girl and her near magical dog would make for an entertaining movie. They were wrong.
The movie stars AnnaSophia Robb as Opal, the ten-year-old daughter of a preacher (Jeff Daniels). I don't know if it's the only reason she was hired to play the part, but she bears an uncanny resemblance to a young Tatum O'Neal, only this girl didn't have the good fortune to land a part in Paper Moon or The Bad News Bears. She's not bad considering the role she has, which is basically that of the precocious little girl with the heart of gold.
Opal's mom left her and her dad when Opal was very young and since then her father, whom she calls Preacher, and her have been on the move. As the movie opens, they've just arrived in Naomi, Florida, where Opal finds herself friendless and alone. Alone that is, until the day she claims a stray dog that is causing havoc in the local grocery store.
Once the dog, which she names Winn-Dixie, after the store in which she found him, enters her life, everything changes. With some kind of psychic bond, the dog knows exactly what Opal needs and proceeds to get it for her. Soon she's making friends with all sorts of people, like the kindly old blind black woman played by Cicely Tyson (To whom she reads Gone with the Wind, cause what black person doesn't want to hear about the good old days of the Civil War?) and the ex-con turned pet store employee played by Dave Matthews.
The whole movie is so darn wholesome and good that it goes down like a cold glass of milk and is just about as exciting. Some of the bigger moments of tension come when Winn Dixie chases a mouse through the church and later when he goes missing during a rainstorm.
Apparently, this movie is based upon a beloved children's book, or at least that's what the ads keep stressing, but frankly, until this movie came along I'd never heard of it. I can only suggest that if the book really is beloved, you'd be better off reading it than watching this "dull as watching the grass grow" movie version.


















