But the film is awfully gloomy. Oddly, despite all the death and despair, What Dreams May Come seldom is emotionally involving. It's clearly designed to open floodgates, yet in the theater rows around me, most eyes remained dry. That said, the film is a visual feast. Thanks to advanced computer graphics, it's a virtual-reality dream world.
Actors walk, fly, fall and float across vibrant landscapes of their own imagining.
In the film's most astonishing scene, Chris stumbles across a vast, dingy field of mud, jammed with just the heads of lost souls. We see a serious Robin Williams here, not the overly wired, rubber-faced variety. But he and Sciorra may be a bit too earnest. A little levity might have helped. Director Vincent Ward and screenwriter Ron Bass spent a lot of time creating heaven and hell.