Dreamcatcher

Reviewed by:
Paul Ulane

You know how when you read a Stephen King book you wonder what the hell the bizarre creatures he’s talking about look like? Well, if Dreamcatcher proves anything, it’s that King has a fantastic imagination. And his books are way too fucking long.

When four unassuming friends venture out into the woods for their annual hunting trip, a mysterious virus scares up a slight change in plans—and the National Guard. But instead of massive destruction, the book’s details force the flick into intense character development, plodding deep into the origins of the mysterious mental powers with which these guys have been blessed/cursed. But by the time we log all of the background information, a blunt finale wraps everything up in order to finish under the two-and-a-half-hour mark. The big names do their best—Morgan Freeman is forced out of character with ridiculous dialogue, and Jason Lee finally gets back to his “act like an obnoxious horny dude” dude—but the story needs about three more installments to develop properly. On the other hand, Donnie Wahlberg plays a ’tard, so there’s that.

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