John Carpenter’s In
the Mouth of Madness has heady ideas it’s incapable of fully working out, but
its tale – about John Trent (Sam Neill), an insurance investigator hired by a
publishing firm to look into the disappearance of Stephen King-ish horror
author Sutter Cane (Jürgen Prochnow) – is finely attuned to the disquieting
realm of the irrational. Though Trent is constantly proclaiming that Cane’s popular
books, which drive readers batshit crazy, aren’t “reality,” Carpenter’s story
(penned by Michael De Luca) makes a rather blunt argument in favor of horror
fiction’s power to influence via Cane’s latest novel “In the Mouth of Madness,”
which has been inspired by demonic forces and seeks to drive the world into
apocalyptic insanity. Trent discovers this while on a road trip to find Cane
with publishing babe Linda Styles (Julie Carmen), a journey that leads him to Hobb’s
Corner, a small New Hampshire town featured in one of Cane’s books and
populated by rotting-flesh children and an unholy church presided over by the
lunatic author himself. The line between the real and the unreal slowly melts
away as Cane’s prose comes to life, but Madness’
portrait of art’s ability to manifest itself in the hearts and minds of its consumers
is never quite lucid or well-paced enough to truly chill. That task, however,
is ably taken up by Carpenter’s imagery of the impossible, from a nocturnal
run-in with a boy (or is it an elderly man?) on a bicycle that’s defined by its
ill-fitting elements, to a hotel lobby painting that mutates in dreadful ways. Even
as his story devolves into a muddle, his acutely unsettling widescreen
compositions thrillingly pinpoint the terror of the bizarrely incongruous.
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