Sunday, October 19, 2003 |
HOLLYWOOD HUES
WHEN Ridley Scott made Alien in 1979 little did he know that it would have two sequels. Even worse, he never envisaged that aliens would be creeping out of humans at a drop of an exclamation. These gooey, slimy worm-like creatures are capable of infinite harm and give scriptwriters the liberty of letting their imaginations run riot, which means from a vague premise they create horror merely for horror’s sake. That noted author Stephen King should have joined this club is indeed surprising. What isn’t, is that this sort of film, Dreamcatcher, becomes a nightmare, not fear-wise but film-wise. When four young men, Jonesy, Henry, Peter and Beaver, brought up in a small town in Maine, decide to relive childhood adventures in a hunting cabin in the woods, it is sheer nostalgia they are interested in. What they do not anticipate is catching up with Duddits, a pale boy with uncanny supernatural powers, who was also part of the gang and who plays havoc with them. He’s the dreamcatcher who is able to turn thoughts into words. |