I've never liked mawkish movies, so it should come as no surprise that I thought 'What Dreams May Come' was a piece of shit. I saw the first half and then I turned it off in disgust, because it was a cheap POS designed to make people cry. There is no good reason you're crying: they just want you to cry. It serves no therapeutic purpose, except to make them money and earn them fame, but I don't give a shit about their fame, because they're assholes.
Personally, I find it difficult to get things done when I'm crying, and people who manipulate my emotions like this are invariably hopeless fuckwits of the first water.
I soon decided that I don't like these characters, because the writer is a jerk. I want to see all these characters burn in Hell, roasting and burning throughout eternity, really fucking hurting, and I want to see the writer in there with them, because fuck that guy. IMDB says it's two guys: Richard Matheson (novel), Ronald Bass. Well fuck those guys. Your movie sucks, and you should be ashamed. But I'll let DP Eduardo Serra live, because he does nice work. Your shitty movie didn't deserve someone of his talent, and he is the only reason anyone ever heard of this POS. In short: fuck you.
VERDICT: Only net points from here on out.
