For Moving Pictures, I reviewed the indy thriller, In My Sleep.
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| Marcus (Philip Winchester) suffers from parasomnia, a disorder in which the afflicted engages in activities as though he or she is awake, but with no later memory of their actions. He sleepwalks through life meeting strange women for one-night-stands and frequently awakening naked in his car. After receiving a series of threatening phone calls from an angry forgotten lover, Marcus joins Sexaholics Anonymous in search of some control. While at a meeting, he befriends fellow addict Gwen (Abigail Spencer), a recently divorced doctor who works at a local hospital. One morning, Marcus finds himself in his bed covered in blood. Terrified, he finds out that Ann (Kelly Overton), wife of his best friend Justin (Tim Draxl) and one of Marcus’s recent sleep-fueled conquests, was brutally murdered. “In My Sleep” follows Marcus’ attempts to piece together the facts behind her death and resolve his apparent involvement. Desperate for answers, Marcus enlists the aid of Gwen and his neighbor, L.A. Times photographer Becky (the charming Lacey Chabert) in his quest. |
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| Even though the film introduces new concepts to the thriller genre, a substandard, hackneyed script slaps the story flat. Straining believability, every action serves only to justify the movie’s main conceit. Wolf relies on the lamest kind of pop psychology to develop his characters. |
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| With a telegraphed plot and stereotypical conclusions, “In My Sleep” struggles to achieve the level of a low-budget 1990s Lifetime movie. Wolf’s sophomoric effort will put moviegoers into a somnolent state. |
Read my complete report on this nightmare at Moving Pictures.