Mark Kinsella’s review published on Letterboxd:
A demonised, rabid-infested St. Bernard is not really the stuff nightmares are made of and to be honest, Cujo is a pretty much a load of baloney.
I've only decided to give this a shot now is because I'm a huge fan of director Lewis Teague's Alligator. Whereas Alligator was fully indulged in its B-movie origins and didn't take itself too seriously, Cujo is played completely straight. There's not an ounce of humour or tongue-in-the-cheek to be found, and the build-up is shoddily paced. You're left thinking that even though Cujo is dripping with puss and has an insatiable bloodlust, he still looks a bit cute so there's not much to fear. The minimal set pieces do provide some tension and cult heroine Dee Wallace Stone makes a terrific lead but you can't help but get distracted by the silliness of it all.
Enjoy it for its cult status but forget it for that non-event of a climax. Seriously, I waited 92 minutes for that shit freeze-frame?!