Watch this, but only if someone will pay you a great deal of money to do so. The story, as worn-out and gripping as a bald tyre, takes an age to get not very far, and you knew perfectly well where you were going anyway. Plot, direction and characterisation are all over the place. The acting looks like daytime TV of 40 years ago.
From the director of 1989’s My Left Foot comes this year’s Dream House starring James Bond himself (Daniel Craig) and Rachel Weisz as his wife, Libby.
A family leave their home and friends in busy New York City and move into the house of their dreams in a quiet New England suburb, shortly after their arrival they discover that the last family to live in the house were brutally murdered and that most of the town believe the crime was committed by the husband and father of the murdered woman and her children. With the help of a neighbour Will (Craig) begins to delve deeper into the disturbing puzzle of this unsolved crime, only to learn that things are even more sinister than they first appeared.
Despite what the trailer may imply; Dream House is not the typical horror movie it appears to be, rather it has far more of a thriller feel to it, giving it a far more adult feel than the majority of haunted house movies.
Unfortunately it doesn’t fully achieve thriller status; rather the narrative is pretty transparent and obvious, whilst the scary and tense moments are few and far between. You are left in the end with what feels more like a slight inane mystery, where it becomes apparent really quite quickly who the villain of the piece really is.
A waste of Craig and Wiesz’s talents Dream House is slow and unimaginative; all in all it’s mediocre at best.