Jessica Chastain is too talented for a mediocre effort such as Dreams, Michel Franco's lightweight film about mismatched lovers. Playing a wealthy socialite who is driven in fancy cars and flies on expensive private jets all over the place between San Francisco and Latin America, Chastain's Jennifer McCarthy certainly looks the part. However, we discover early on that she's infatuated with a younger man, Fernando (Isaac Hernandez). Fernando is a ballet dancer, and an illegal immigrant from Mexico. Their relationship, steamy in the opening minutes, quickly dissolves into mundane.
Dreams, for all its Film Festival Circuit fame, is a missed opportunity. It's an 'erotic' drama that forces its eroticism down our throats, instead of letting it come naturally. The central relationship falls apart completely in the final act, encapsulating the narrative with an act of violence, followed by a facial close up that left me scratching my head. If at least there was one character that we could've liked and understood, but alas, when the final credits rolled, I was left with more questions and answers (seldom a good thing). I imagine you will, too.
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