The Italians have a word for it. It's called giallo--the
violent thriller. Since the 1960s, Italian filmmakers have cranked
out hundreds of these pulse-pounding amalgamations of Alfred Hitchcock
and Friday the 13th. The master of all giallo filmmakers
is one Dario Argento (The Bird with the Crystal Plumage, Cat
o' Nine Tails, Deep Red, Suspiria). Of course, Argento had
nothing to do with DreamWorks' new killer thriller In Dreams.
... But he should have.
In Dreams is the work of acclaimed Brit boy Neil Jordan
(The Crying Game, Interview with the Vampire). Although
I have no proof, I'm quite sure Jordan wouldn't have embarked
on the writing and directing of this film had he not first absorbed
an inspiring dose of Argento's work. The set-up for In Dreams
is pure, unadulterated giallo. Annette Bening is Claire Cooper,
an illustrator of children's books who has been haunted her whole
life by vaguely psychic premonitions. When an unknown psycho begins
stalking little girls in rural Massachusetts, however, Claire
begins to receive some very powerful prophetic visions. Every
time she falls asleep, she is plagued by images of a long-haired
man leading a little girl through an apple orchard. She also sees
a bizarre underwater town and a snippet of nursery rhyme, which
she believes are clues to the killer's past. Claire is convinced
she has evidence which can be used to hunt down the killer. Unfortunately,
nobody believes her.
As the murders continue, Claire goes more and more nutty--believing,
eventually, that she can communicate directly with the killer
via her dreams. In the end, Claire is forced to escape from a
psychiatric hospital in order to hunt down the dreamy child killer
on her own.
Sadly, as much as Jordan apes the Italian thriller stylings, he
breaks a few of the rules, which results in a much less "thrilling"
experience. In a giallo, the killer always wears a wide-brimmed
hat and black leather gloves. This allows filmmakers to hide the
identity (sometimes even the sex) of the killer. Although Jordan
initially shoots his maniac with some mysterious angles, there
is little point in concealing his identity. Hollywood's hardest
working drug addict, Robert Downey Jr., turns out to be our psycho
killer. I'm spoiling nothing by revealing this, which is part
of the problem with In Dreams. The point of concealing
the killer's identity is to increase the air of paranoia. Since
we don't know what he looks like, he could be anybody already
in the cast. Maybe it's really the cop. Maybe it's actually Claire's
husband.
With In Dreams, we know even before the movie starts that
no one around Claire is the psycho killer. For the most part,
the killer's nowhere even near Claire. Where's danger in that?
With at least two suicide attempts to her credit, Claire is far
more of a threat to herself than our killer can ever be. The only
tension-building device Jordan has is all that spooky dream imagery.
Again, it does little to increase the fear factor. We're not treading
on Nightmare on Elm Street territory here, so we know the
scary dreams Claire keeps having can't actually hurt her. In fact,
there isn't even much mystery to them, since the name and location
of the strange flooded city is explained even before the credits
roll. Normally, every giallo has some half-remembered bit of information--usually
relating to the killer's childhood--which has great bearing on
the current situation. Not so here. I kept waiting for it to be
revealed that the killer was enacting some elaborate revenge on
those who did him wrong, but nope--he's just killing little girls
because he's nuts. I kept waiting for it to be revealed that Claire
was actually the killer's long-lost sister, but nope--no explanation
at all for their mysterious psychic bond.
Annette Bening, a generally well-regarded actress, here allows
herself the luxury of overacting. Although she stops short of
Joan Crawford excess, much of Bening's performance--which veers
between lung-lacerating emotion and giggling insanity--is pretty
broad. Robert Downey Jr., meanwhile, taps into his inner crack
child to give a well-mannered nutball performance. It hardly needs
to be said at this stage of his career that Downey does a nice
job of playing absolute wackos.
Jordan is a talented director, but he probably should be working
with more groundbreaking material. He does his best to jam In
Dreams with creepy imagery and weighty symbolism, but it's
all for naught. I'll admit, the underwater town does make for
some pretty spooky visuals--but Argento did the same thing better
in his film Inferno.