Again, this is yet another film in the 'I expected a whole lot more' school of audience anticipation department. Face it, the television commercials appeared to promise something else entirely...
Four latent psychic friends (taught their unique art years ago by an emaciated idiot-savant friend) reunite annually at their cabin in the Maine Mts. What they encounter their amounts to little more than what King fans have encountered in a few previous novels.
Some of the set pieces here (their value ending up less than what the commercials may have led us to expect) are nevertheless interesting to watch. For instance, the marketing dept. for 'Catcher would have us believe that the squatting figure seen in theater trailers and movie posters was something far more esoteric in nature; the figure, female, is no shaman...or whatever...she's just suffering from the latter stages of parasitic alien contamination.
Without further hairsplitting, King manages to cannibalize his own material and forces us (through the usually adept hand of Goldman) to watch what probably didn't sound interesting to read about, let alone sit through in a darkened theater to see with our very own eyes. Not to sound prude, but potty humor reaches its zenith in this film (can you say "alien suppositories," folks? eeeeewww!) restoring our faith in the latest filmmaking trend to include as much flatulence and bowel movement jokes imaginable, and not harming the creator's artistic (?) reputation one bit.
As already known to the public at large, Dreamcatcher is a take-off on previous King efforts... namely "Stand By Me," "Tommyknockers" and especially "It."
Four latent psychic friends (taught their unique art years ago by an emaciated idiot-savant friend) reunite annually at their cabin in the Maine Mts. What they encounter their amounts to little more than what King fans have encountered in a few previous novels.
Some of the set pieces here (their value ending up less than what the commercials may have led us to expect) are nevertheless interesting to watch. For instance, the marketing dept. for 'Catcher would have us believe that the squatting figure seen in theater trailers and movie posters was something far more esoteric in nature; the figure, female, is no shaman...or whatever...she's just suffering from the latter stages of parasitic alien contamination.
Without further hairsplitting, King manages to cannibalize his own material and forces us (through the usually adept hand of Goldman) to watch what probably didn't sound interesting to read about, let alone sit through in a darkened theater to see with our very own eyes. Not to sound prude, but potty humor reaches its zenith in this film (can you say "alien suppositories," folks? eeeeewww!) restoring our faith in the latest filmmaking trend to include as much flatulence and bowel movement jokes imaginable, and not harming the creator's artistic (?) reputation one bit.
As already known to the public at large, Dreamcatcher is a take-off on previous King efforts... namely "Stand By Me," "Tommyknockers" and especially "It."