Written & directed by Jake Paltrow.
A recommendation from Roeper and a great cast is what plopped this into my Blockbuster queue. Alas, great casts in artsy movies can only do so much when given flimsy material. It felt like a remake of The Science of Sleep, minus any interesting visuals.
Martin Freeman (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) plays a jingle-writer who's grown bored with his live-in girlfriend (Gwyneth Paltrow). In his dreams, he has a fantasy woman (Penelope Cruz) who grows more and more real to him, so he puts his efforts into getting the most out of dreaming. Then one day he sees the woman in real life.
I'll always love Freeman from BBC's The Office, and Simon Pegg (Hot Fuzz) is great as the horndog best friend. Gwyneth's writer-director brother hasn't given her much more than to be shrewish, and Cruz's job is to stand there and look pretty. The movie swirls about as a collection of ideas that never culminates into much. It fades from memory as quickly as a mediocre dream.