A young woman narrowly survives a cult suicide and the ghosts of the other cultists won't let her forget it in 1988's Bad Dreams. There are a lot of nice jump scares in this one.
Cynthia (Jennifer Rubin) lives in a hospital after recovering from a coma caused by the failed suicide. She's haunted by dreams and visions mostly involving the cult leader, played by the reliably menacing Richard Lynch.
The other headcases in Cynthia's therapy group are soon also beset by nightmares that drive them to grisly deaths. The movie's pretty creative in how it mixes reality with phantasm attacks. I liked one male patient with anger issues who first cuts through his hand and then starts tearing up a room, hoping that by expressing his rage he can fend off the ghosts. No such luck, but the weirdness and violence amps up the tension in a nice way.
Jennifer Rubin is pretty good as a vulnerable, beautiful young woman at the centre of this hurricane of carnage.
X Sonnet #1818
No second ghost could use the syrup bar. With pleasing dreams we open shop at eight. But next we push a hand on lazy tar. And so we locked the only child's gate. A crimson hood was bobbing over shrubs. Persistent knights were labelled naught but geese. Romantic lyrics change to stupid blubs. Prospective mayors swap a rancid fleece. The crazy word was placed in normal spots. When people say they're sane, the rootless run. The kings would force a meaning onto blots. But all would fade beneath this blazing sun. Across the forest, hunters track the vamps. The drinkers hide in mouldy forest camps.
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