The film at times feels like an assembly of images that strives primarily for visceral impact, throwing cohesiveness to the wind.

Jazzy photography and fancy design in no way compensate for a dull, suspense-free screenplay and unwise casting.

Ultimately, the reliance on a dream world tends to reduce suspense and even narrative logic. Thus, everything is possible and nothing is necessary.

I used to regard it as exploitation; now, it feels more like a deeply immersive Francis Bacon exhibit. Watching someone’s dreams should feel icky.