Speaking of dropping acid, New Zealand's Vincent Ward has directed what
may be the most sublimely ridiculous movie in the history of Hollywood.
Based on a novel by Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come
features Robin Williams and Annabella Sciorra as a husband and wife who
lose first their children and then each other in auto accidents. Alas,
Williams gets stuck in heaven, Sciorra in hell--both destinations realized
by Ward and his production team in a moving-picture exhibition of (how
to describe it?) dorm-room poster art. Like a painting left out in the
rain, the heavenly imagery in What Dreams May Come
into goo, whereas the hellish imagery is straight out of Hieronymus Bosch.
As bizarre as the whole thing is, it might have worked if Ward didn't
keep tugging at our heartstrings--tugging with a tugboat.