One of the worst Disney films. 1988. Director: George Scribner.
Oliver is a homeless little orange kitten in New York. He's washed away from his "home", a small box and is the next day lost in the streets of the big city. He meet the street-smart dog Dodger who's good at stealing hot dogs.
Dodger is living with some other dogs in a place in total mess, with a dirty pickypocket as their owner, who's very fond of his dear dogs, but can't exactly take care of them or himself. He and his dogs steal to get money to pay a gangster that the pickypocket, Fagin, own money.
Oliver follows Dodger to his home where the little kitten is first hated, but after a while, the dogs start to like him. Oliver becomes one of them.
But after a failing robbery, Oliver ends up in the house of the wealthy family Foxworth. The daughter, Jenny, wants to keep Oliver, and with Jenny as his new owner, Oliver is more happy then ever before. But he's missing his old friends who's having trouble.
This isn't a very good film I must say. The pickypocket Fagin is what I would call disgusting and most things in this film is messy and such. Not that you shouldn't care about the people who's living like that, but it's pretty depressing.
The Disney films from around the same time, the 80's, are all pretty bad. This film is not an exception. Sad but true.
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