Dreamcatcher (2003)

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Toilet Review: A bigger clusterfuck could not be thought of.

When I spoke about my desire to watch this movie, my husband Allan laughed and shook his head. He told me that it would be awful, and that he had seen it as a teenager in the cinema back when it first came out. I told him to not be so harsh and that time has most likely changed his view. He laughed again and told me to come back to him after I watched it.

And as much as I hate to admit it, he was right.

The movie focuses on four friends who go on a camping trip every year. This year, however, a blizzard occurs and they find a man wandering in the snow. They take him in, and of course, things fall apart from there. What the guys don’t know is that there is a secret alien living inside that man, who is only one of many aliens who have taken over the local town. Throw in some non-sensensical miltary claptrap and Morgan Freeman, and then you got the whole of this movie.

I can sort of see what the film-makers were going for with this; a male bonding experience shattered by outside influences. But honestly, there is just too much happening in this. Is it a horror? Is it a thriller? Is it a comedy? The film tries to appeal to everyone and thus loses it’s way entirely. It tries to be too much and falls flat more than once. About half way through the movie, I thought that it was actually finishing up, but then they stuck on a final act that just comes out of left field.

The movie seems to go on forever and the mess of a plot meanders all over the place. It’s too much for this movie. It should have been edited down to 90 minutes and I would imagine it would have been a much more cohesive story.