I have only watched this film once.

The scene with him and his German Shepherd in the bath broke me. I cried.

That was me and my German Shepherd, Tsar.

I’d often sit on the back doorstep in the morning and he’d sit behind me, close as a second skin, and place his head on my shoulder.

So quiet. So still. So bonded.


Somehow immune to an unstoppable, incurable virus, military virologist Robert Neville (Smith) is now the last human survivor in New York City and maybe the world. But he is not alone. Mutant victims of the plague lurk in the shadows… watching Neville’s every move… waiting for him to make a fatal mistake. Perhaps mankind’s last, best hope, Neville is driven by only one remaining mission: to find an antidote using his own immune blood. But he knows he is outnumbered… and quickly running out of time.