How can the guy who wrote The Empire Strikes Back go on to direct this unmitigated disaster of a cinematic abortion??  I'm still in denial.  Blame it on drugs, maybe?  The drugs that Stephen King was on while recovering from multiple surgeries after being hit by a distracted motorist while he was out for a walk.  The novel he eventually churned out, Dreamcatcher, should have credited Oxycontin as co-author.  It was sort of kooky, but in a King style.  The movie version, courtesy of Lawrence Kasdan, is a whole different kind of horrible.  Sitting through it is only marginally preferable to being eaten by a Wampa.  Dreamcatcher is such a nightmare even Freddy Krueger can't stand it.  But please....by all means, give it a look!  Listen to my podcast as I lavish everything but praise upon it.  It's almost too bad to resist.