Sleepwalkers - 1992 - 5/10
The new boyfriend is cute, rugged, ideal, but his heart belongs to Mommy.
Mother and son, incestuous drifters, cruise into deadsville, Indiana.
Unnatural predators, hunting food. Meat. Yeah, the other, other white meat.
Except this dish needs to be, mmm, virtuous. Good luck there, as the 90’s sashays into a hedonistic decade.
Promising horror boasts stellar cast amidst more wooden players.
Poor script by Stephen King, worsened by Mick Garris, who is an inept writer, worse director.
Might have been better, shoulda been, though one gathers the producers aimed low.