Soon after moving into their seemingly idyllic new home, a family learns of a brutal crime committed against former residents of the dwelling.
Lacking any genuine horror, Sheridan’s inert film offers few genuine thrills, meaning that Craig and Weisz will presumably remember Dream House more fondly that any audience that watches it.
Part sub-Stephen King haunted house horror, part hacked-up Hitchcockian psycho-drama. Total nonsense. An utter waste of time and talent.
It's a film which is really an undemanding rental or a download for audiences who don't care that they've basically seen it many times before.
Some of the set-pieces are genuinely creepy, but the storytelling is so preposterous that exasperation quickly sets on.
Plodding, unconvincing.
An intriguing twist livens things up midday way but the mood is almost oppressively melancholy and the plot doesn’t stack up.
Crowbarred into the standard haunted house chills is a supposed twist that feels like Shutter Island written for drunk people.
The picture disappears up its own fundamental implausibility.
Seeking The Seventh Sense? After another The Others? Or perhaps you’ve already forgotten The Forgotten. If so, Dream House might just hold your attention. But whatever you do, don’t watch that trailer!
From an intriguing start the picture goes steadily bonkers, not in a rush but with a dreadful plod.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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