Some people should not be allowed to watch The Sixth Sense. A prime example of that is the folks who made Dead Awake. It's the same principle as not letting young children view pornography. They're not intellectually or emotionally ready to understand it and can get a lot of screwed up ideas. Director Omar Naim and writers John Harrington, David Bolvin and Justin Urich got the impression they were as talented as M. Night Shyamalan and could do the same things he did with his ghost story masterpiece. I could believe someone thinking they're as good as Shyamalan after watching Lady in the Water, but for this bunch seeing The Sixth Sense was like an 10 year old viewing Butt Bandits #27. Their attempts at mimicry are painful and damaging to everyone involved.
Dylan (Nick Stahl) is a 28 year old insomniac with a job at a funeral home and not much else. He's haunted by visions of a taxi cab accident 10 years ago, though he should probably be more tormented by the lame haircut he sports through this film. After running into his ex-girlfriend Natalie (Amy Smart) at the funeral of one of their high school classmates, Dylan is depressed and feels like a nothing. To cheer him up, his relentlessly Irish boss (Brian Lynner) stages a fake funeral for Dylan to see if anyone shows up. The only people who do are Natalie and a squirrelly girl from Skid Row named Charlie (Rose McGowan). Since Natalie has been dating a douchebag for most of the last decade, Dylan turns his attention to the mysterious Charlie and follows her to her slumhole of an apartment. It turns out Charlie is a sketchy junkie who thinks Dylan is a ghost who believes he's alive and needs to make his final amends before moving on, which inevitably leads to Dylan and Natalie reconnecting and the only thing that might surprise you after that point in the story is how ineptly and inartfully it's all done.
There are so many things to criticize in Dead Awake. From Nick Stahl and Brian Lynner acting as though they're in two entirely different movies, to the unnecessary camera movement and pointless visual tricks that herald a director who doesn't know what he's doing, to a soundtrack that belongs on one of those Saturday night atrocities on the SyFy channel, to dual plot twists that epically fail where The Sixth Sense succeeded, the list of mistakes, misjudgments and misery for the audience goes on and on and on.
Let me focus on one specific flaw so you can get the overall flavor of how this movie sucks. As previously mentioned, Natalie is introduced as having a long-standing dillhole of a boyfriend (Ben Martin). For the first 5 minutes this guy is on screen, he does everything but drop kick a puppy to make the audience dislike him. Later on, the boyfriend sees Dylan and Natalie talking, with the old chemistry between them reigniting. Everything about that scene, how it's shot, the boyfriend's reactions, even the background music, it's all designed to elicit sympathy for the boyfriend as he sees the woman he loves slipping away from him. Except the boyfriend is a total jagoff and the viewer, up to that point, has been encouraged to want Natalie to dump his sorry ass. So, why should anyone care about his hurt feelings and why would the filmmakers want to make them care? There's bad storytelling, but this is like a psychotic break where the film completely forgets all that's happened to that point and all that's going to happen after that. I don't think I've ever watched another scene as out of tune, emotionally and dramatically, with the rest of a motion picture as this one. It would be like an orgy scene in a porno where everybody just stops for a minute and tries to sell the viewer Girl Scout cookies.
Stahl, Amy Smart and Rose McGowan are much better than this material and its execution. The rest of the cast is in their proper element.
I wish I would have slept through Dead Awake. There isn't any interesting awfulness here. It's plain vanilla bad. Skip it.
Dylan (Nick Stahl) is a 28 year old insomniac with a job at a funeral home and not much else. He's haunted by visions of a taxi cab accident 10 years ago, though he should probably be more tormented by the lame haircut he sports through this film. After running into his ex-girlfriend Natalie (Amy Smart) at the funeral of one of their high school classmates, Dylan is depressed and feels like a nothing. To cheer him up, his relentlessly Irish boss (Brian Lynner) stages a fake funeral for Dylan to see if anyone shows up. The only people who do are Natalie and a squirrelly girl from Skid Row named Charlie (Rose McGowan). Since Natalie has been dating a douchebag for most of the last decade, Dylan turns his attention to the mysterious Charlie and follows her to her slumhole of an apartment. It turns out Charlie is a sketchy junkie who thinks Dylan is a ghost who believes he's alive and needs to make his final amends before moving on, which inevitably leads to Dylan and Natalie reconnecting and the only thing that might surprise you after that point in the story is how ineptly and inartfully it's all done.
There are so many things to criticize in Dead Awake. From Nick Stahl and Brian Lynner acting as though they're in two entirely different movies, to the unnecessary camera movement and pointless visual tricks that herald a director who doesn't know what he's doing, to a soundtrack that belongs on one of those Saturday night atrocities on the SyFy channel, to dual plot twists that epically fail where The Sixth Sense succeeded, the list of mistakes, misjudgments and misery for the audience goes on and on and on.
Let me focus on one specific flaw so you can get the overall flavor of how this movie sucks. As previously mentioned, Natalie is introduced as having a long-standing dillhole of a boyfriend (Ben Martin). For the first 5 minutes this guy is on screen, he does everything but drop kick a puppy to make the audience dislike him. Later on, the boyfriend sees Dylan and Natalie talking, with the old chemistry between them reigniting. Everything about that scene, how it's shot, the boyfriend's reactions, even the background music, it's all designed to elicit sympathy for the boyfriend as he sees the woman he loves slipping away from him. Except the boyfriend is a total jagoff and the viewer, up to that point, has been encouraged to want Natalie to dump his sorry ass. So, why should anyone care about his hurt feelings and why would the filmmakers want to make them care? There's bad storytelling, but this is like a psychotic break where the film completely forgets all that's happened to that point and all that's going to happen after that. I don't think I've ever watched another scene as out of tune, emotionally and dramatically, with the rest of a motion picture as this one. It would be like an orgy scene in a porno where everybody just stops for a minute and tries to sell the viewer Girl Scout cookies.
Stahl, Amy Smart and Rose McGowan are much better than this material and its execution. The rest of the cast is in their proper element.
I wish I would have slept through Dead Awake. There isn't any interesting awfulness here. It's plain vanilla bad. Skip it.