SPOILERS WITHIN
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Dreamcatcher is a mélange of film genres that's become a victim of its own excess, risking itself from turning into a massive flatulence exploding into the audience's faces who would have either enjoyed or hated this Genre-Bending Glorified B-Movie Extravaganza. The film is a series of contradictions and is littered with plots and subplots that are as confusing as the plots of dreams themselves.
Fuck it. I can't believe I was attempting to write a thesis out of this...
Anyway,
SSDD: Our four protagonists dwelled on this acronym a number of times: "Same Shit, Different Day." Actually, it's also called:
Sweet Smelling Decomposed Dung. In other words, this is what this film is: a
"sweet smelling piece of shit."
The question is, "Is this good shit or bad shit?" I happen to fall under the "good shit" camp. In fact, I will admit to even loving it. Let me first focus on the bad shit:
BAD SHIT
It started out really well. It appeared to be a Serious. Dramatic. Horror. Film. Contender. There was a slow burn to it and a feeling of dread with a touch of light comedy. Suddenly the comedy turned into a gory
South Park episode. I'm not sure when it happened but I suddenly saw Mr. Hanky going, "I Duddits!"
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Then what started out as a character piece (since, you know, the four guys were the main heroes), a top-secret military unit and Morgan Freeman sporting R. Lee Ermey brows entered the picture; and before I knew it, two of the four buddies immediately died -- two guys who appeared to not have any "Grand Purpose" whatsoever in their role to save the world! (Okay, okay, if you carefully analyzed -- hehe, I said analyzed -- the film, there were reasons for their deaths. Oh, fuck it, I don't really care. Though if I stick with the
South Park analogy, I would say that Terrence and Philip represented Beaver and Pete.)
Suddenly, the film would shift gears between being the
The Thing then
Independence Day then
Invasion of the Body Snatchers then a good dose of
Outbreak. And, for the love of God, when I saw the alien, I thought of
Meatballs Part II where there was an alien with the big head and fucking cheated on a boxing match! And [deleted religious blasphemies], when Duddits finally revealed himself by going "SHAZAM!" -- er -- "I Duddits!", I thought of a 1970's children's series called
Kikaida. For you younger kids, think
Power Rangers.
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And out of the blue, the film's transition scenes would do that "swiping thing" (hell, I don't go to film school so I don't know the terms). Anyway, it was so
Star Wars that I knew the film wanted to break all the rules of genre conventions.
And sprinkled about are flashbacks to the past. It was very reminiscent of
Stand By Me and even
IT and though it was good, it needed more character development. But the hell with that. Why the hell did the "Good Red Alien" decide to house a -- no offense -- retarded boy? What sort of grand plan did that "GRA" had in mind? And why did he know Mr. Gray? And who the fuck is Mr. Gray? And why the hell did he speak with a British accent? *brain explodes*
Finally, the ending was pretty weak. It was, as I've mentioned, a crappy '70s monster battle. But at least when those rubber-suited monsters died, they don't evaporate! Which brings me to another question: Why the heck did that "Bad Gray Alien" just "evaporate"? And why didn't Mr. Gray erupted out of Jonesy's body??? Huh? What the hell?
Anyway, on to the good shit...
GOOD SHIT
See above points.
SERIOUSLY, THE GOOD SHIT
It's definitely an aggravating mess, but I found it to be an entertaining mess. It's like 100 movies in one. It's like a collected short-short stories written by an EC comics aficionado kid writer suffering from ADD.
I actually loved the shit weasels and the Power Rangers-inspired main aliens. I also loved the normal Mr. Gray aliens. These aliens also for some reason reminded me of the game
X-COM.
I don't really believe in the idea of a "guilty pleasure" but I will have to label this film with that. It's complete and utter shit, but it's just a fun ride. It's not the summer, but it felt like a summer popcorn flick extravaganza.
If anything, the Memory Warehouse and gripping first half are what's keeping me very forgiving with the film. Plus, fucking-A, I dug that
Apocalypse Now alien massacre! Come on, you know you loved it!
Anyway, I will be seeing it again. It's just so bad that it's good.