What Dreams May Come

So breathtaking, so beautiful, so bold in its imagination, that it's a surprise at the end to find it doesn't finally deliver.Read Full Review »

What Dreams May Come has the sensibilities of an art film placed into a big-budget feature with an A-list cast.Read Full Review »

What Dreams May Come, based on a novel by Richard Matheson and directed by Vincent Ward, the New Zealand filmmaker noted for his skill at creating lavish cinematic dreamscapes, represents the uncomfortable collision of two ideas about filmmaking, one commercial, the other eccentrically, ambitiously dreamy.Read Full Review »

There are a number of surprises in the idiosyncratic film, and one of its pleasures is the oblique and unchronological way in which Ward peels away the layers of the story, flashing backward and forward in time and jumping between Earth and the Beyond, separating his scenes with blindingly blank, white-out screens.Read Full Review »

So diaphanous it practically dissolves as you watch it.Read Full Review »

Weds an epic, sometimes visionary, depiction of the afterlife to a script and story with fewer psychological layers than the average Hallmark card.Read Full Review »

Watching it is like being in a room with a couple locked in a torrid embrace. It might be fun for them, but what's in it for everyone else?Read Full Review »

A bottomless trough of mystic swill, is too confused to even fulfill the paradigm's most basic requirements.Read Full Review »

A noble but supernaturally dull movie.Read Full Review »

By the movie's numbingly predictable end, the notion of a visually unleashed cinema seems like a monstrous mistake -- we've handed over the atom bomb to the Teletubbies!Read Full Review »