DreamQuil is an offbeat sci-fi tale about what our lives might be like in a future when we live almost entirely in virtual reality. The film floats in the ether somewhere between genres. It is not quite a cautionary tale, and not quite a satire of cautionary tales. It’s not quite sci-fi, and not quite a satire of sci-fi. It is, and it isn’t, a 50-style story about a housewife who wants more from life, but doesn’t want to lose her family in the process. Its reality is so highly stylized that it isn’t always possible to distinguish it from its scenes of virtual reality. (And I think that’s the point.)
It is rated just 5.3 at IMDb, but probably deserves better. I won’t argue that it is a masterpiece, but I watched it all the way through without reaching for the FF button, and any film interesting enough to hold my attention, even when its mysteries are flawed and its solutions ultimately disappointing, deserves better than a 5.3 in my book.
A woman embarks on a virtual wellness retreat in order to get her life back on track – but with nightmarish consequences.
Banks is topless in this scene, in theory, but I don’t think you can see any nudity except some guys’s hairy ass.
