If you had the power to see the future and read people's minds, you would probably do the same thing Alex Gardner does: make easy money gambling and get laid a lot. There's no challenge when you know which horse will win and exactly what someone needs to hear. You may well also wind up being a target as well. Everyone from cheap gangsters to doctors to the government want a piece of a real life psychic.
Dreamscape is one of those big holes in my Sci-Fi/Horror film education, and I was glad to finally rectify that with a viewing. A young Dennis Quaid plays a cocky Alex, brought back into an experimental sleep clinic under the wing of his mentor, played by a surprisingly scrawny Max Von Sydow. Also working with comely sleep specialist, Jane (Kate Capshaw, an actress I like in everything but Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom), he's soon being sent into dreams to stop nightmares that caused other psychics to lose their minds. Between a young boy menaced by a snake monster and a US President plagued by crippling night terrors (Eddie Albert), Alex finds himself racing to prevent an "imaginary" murder that would have very real results.
This is Sci-Fi that takes the time to get grounded in reality, and treats us to one full-on comedy dream, before the creepy images come. While most of this film is very dated by it's
1984 milieu, the dream sequences retain an off-putting and surreal
visual potency. Rich colors and surreal skies define post-nuclear
apocalyptic nightmare environments. You'll forgive the quaint optical
processing and stop motion animation because it actually ads to the
sequences. The nightmares here tip this over into the horror category for me, especially at the end. They achieve a better sense of the surreal than the Nightmare on Elm Street series accomplished, and with a few jump scares to boot. On the other hand, there's a sequence where Alex jumps into Jane's dream to put the moves on her that sure feels a little "rapey." One really off part of an otherwise strong flick.
Christopher Plummer makes for an ominous, oily heavy while
David Patrick Kelly plays a colleague who's clearly an insane prick
from the word go. He's way over the top, and you know that since his character is named "Tommy Ray Glatman" that he must be some sort of horrible crazy killer. A handle like that totally gives the game away. George Wendt plays a novelist
ally who delivers important plot exposition and his patented charm. It's
a strong cast. Stronger still is a story that, while it may start slow, comes together beautifully in the end. My only complaint is everyone is fully cognizant that they're dreaming, so they act rationally. Real dreams are a little more... Lynchian.