There’s nothing terribly wrong with “Dream House”, the latest horror film (or is it one?) from director Jim Sheridan (“The Boxer”, “My Left Foot”), but there’s nothing right about it either. It goes without saying that Rachel Weisz and Daniel Craig are always worth watching; in the case of “Dream House”, their presence is the best, and possibly only reason to see this predictable chiller. Craig plays Will Atenton, a mega-successful publisher who quits his job to write a novel and spend more time with his wife Libby (Weisz) and two young daughters. He’s bought a big house in the country but it turns out it was the scene, five years before, of…wait for it…multiple homicides. Advertised as a horror movie, as it turns out, “Dream House” is more like a psychological thriller. Basically, this is the kind of movie you’ve seen so many times before, and better. There are twists and turns, but the film’s main fault is that plays its cards much too early, and fails to reach a satisfying conclusion. But I guess there’s no harm in trying. Director Jim Sheridan is a very talented man; he manipulates his camera well in an attempt to create tension in many of his scenes, and avoids so many clichés (rest assured, there are no cats leaping out of the closet for no reason). But even so, it seems like the movie ran out of steam only halfway through, when a key moment was finally revealed. From then on, the film gets stretched, and you can feel the life slowly draining from it. As I already mentioned, the cast keeps “Dream House” afloat, at least for a while. But it’s a shame the film isn’t truly worthy of these talented actors.
Categories: The Twenty-First Century