I waited an extra week to see Dream House, and as it turns out; it was no big deal. The movie is a slightly better than average ghost story, but as we all know, most ghost stories suck. The movie is a who-dun-it that confuses the viewer, and if there is nothing else that I cannot stand (with the exception of cold pizza), is watching a story which is trying to be esoteric, but instead has you wondering what you just spent your money on.
Despite having three decent actors (Daniel Craig, Rachel Weisz, and Naomi Watts), the movie is weak. We find Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz (who fell in love during the production of the movie; divorced their spouses; and got married), moving from the big city to their dream house in New Ashford, Connecticut. Will Atenton (Craig) and his wife Libby (Weisz), along with their two daughters, experience some weird going-ons in their new surroundings and eventually Will finds out that three people were murdered in the house by a man named Peter Ward: the husband of the family. (I thought that real estate agents were supposed to inform you about these minute occurrences). Ward had supposedly killed his wife and his two daughters and then shot himself, but survived. Based on the weak evidence against Ward, he is released by the police, but sent to a psyche ward. (If he didn’t do the crime, why is he sent to a psyche ward?)
We soon find out that Will is actually Peter in real life and that his dream house is actually a ghost house, inhabited by his dead wife and children. What? Okay, let’s go with the flow: Will, or Peter, or whoever the hell he is, now has to find out what really happened.
I will leave it at that; it doesn’t bear any more of an explanation and I don’t want to ruin the ending (if that is what you want to call it). The main question that I had about the movie is why does Craig keep taking off his shirt when it is about one hundred degrees below zero and snowing outside? Oh well, It’s just my opinion.
My rating: 2 out of 5 apparitions.