Review – Sleepless

Which is what Dario Argento ought to be at this point in his career. Honestly, does this guy just wake up in the morning and think to himself, “Hooray, today I get to make another cheap slasher movie with lots of brutal butchery of vapid supermodels!”? If I was still doing the exact same thing I was doing in 1970, I’d be in preschool drinking out of a Tommy Tippy cup and sleeping on a mat. There’s some kind of excuse for a plot here, the usual trite nonsense about a serial killer copying the M.O. of a murderer who was supposed to be dead. Max von Sydow plays the second most embarrassing role of his career (hey, there’s always Strange Brew) as the crusty old detective who comes out of retirement to battle his former nemesis. But otherwise this is typical Argento, no doubt to the immense pleasure of his fans and the usual indifference from the rest of us. See if desperate