We as human beings have uncontrollable urges--the most common two being sex and to tell others the meaningless dreams and nightmares we’ve had. Debut director Ray Gower’s appetite latches to the latter: to tell the stories of Karen and Susan (the laughably bad Thora Birch) through nightmares and mundane philosophies on Hell. Gower wastes the chance to tinker with our heads and instead mucks with our eyes with his James Wan-“inspired” style of key lighting, hectic cutting, and interfering camerawork.
But Dark Corners’ biggest problem is that it’s more of a David Lynch Amateur Hour, rich in faux-symbolism and revealing its phony subtext far too early. Its Lynchian burglaries range from the subtle (characters who are askew without reason) to the obscenely blatant (a mysterious key that drives a fraction of the plot and replicas of Blue Velvet’s opening sequence).
The movie is a series of nightmares that we want no part of. Not because they’re frightening or bizarre (though a man tearing open his sewn-shut mouth is quite the sight), but rather because they’re so utterly full of themselves and think they’re original. We’ve never needed Freddy Krueger so badly…
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