The title sounds like a poem by Jewel--and the movie makes about as much sense. Four regular guys with ESP (Thomas Jane, Jason Lee, Timothy Olyphant, Damian Lewis) go to a cabin in the woods to hang out. Aliens show up and take over human bodies, when they're not trying to bite off Olyphant's private parts. Then military nut job Morgan Freeman shows up, and, before you know it, there are about four too many subplots, and it all just gets sillier and sillier. Because it's based on a Stephen King story and directed with characteristically leaden pomposity by Lawrence Kasdan, it's all supposed to be a metaphor for something. But who cares about that? This movie is about watching nasty, slimy, eel monsters create more gross-out carnage. (It's some of the sickest stuff you'll see all year.) On that level, it's great horror viewing. Other than that, Dreamcatcher is just another bloody mess.