Dream-entering serial killers? City-destroying space aliens? Please. The worst they can do is kill you. This is the kind of soul-rending, panic-inducing horror film that keeps us up at night, both hands firmly clasped on our wife's breasts to make sure they don't go anywhere. That reminds us, it's been almost an hour since we called her at work to ask if she still has boobs.

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