Dream House (PG-13) ★★

Review Date: October 1st, 2011

In Dream House – the new suspense thriller from Jim Sheridan (In America, My Left Foot) – Daniel Craig plays Will Atenton, a successful New York publisher who disavows his high-powered Manhattan lifestyle and relocates along with his wife, Libby (Rachel Weisz), and two daughters (Taylor and Claire Astin Geare) to a picturesque New England hamlet. Their new home, a quaint fixer-upper, bears imprints of the family that lived there previously: Old tools and other belongings are strewn about the basement, a secret room abutting the children's bedroom is filled with discarded toys. Will and Libby see the items as charming artifacts, signs that their house has a history, a soul.

The new neighborhood is not so bucolic as it seems. The children complain of a man peering in on them from the front yard – a suspicion confirmed when Will discovers footsteps in the snow the next day. If that weren't ominous enough, Will later learns that five years earlier his new home was the site of a grisly murder spree, in which the previous owner, Peter Ward, was alleged to have killed his wife and two daughters. Acquitted due to a lack of evidence, Ward spent a brief time at a psychiatric facility before being released. Could the shadowy figure glimpsed outside the window be Ward, returning to the scene of the crime, preparing to kill again?

At this point, Dream House pulls off a whopper of a mid-game twist that effectively re-frames the entire narrative. (I won't spoil it for you, but if you want to know what it is, just watch the trailer, which rather stupidly gives it away.) Until now, Sheridan has worked steadily to foster the guise of a relatively conventional haunted-house tale, presenting a portrait of idyllic domesticity while simultaneously building an atmosphere of looming peril. After the story drops its bombshell, the film morphs into a sort of supernatural murder mystery, with Craig's character scouring for clues within his own tortured psyche. Characters and scenes that might have been dismissible as red herrings – a neighbor (Naomi Watts) appears oddly stand-offish; her ex-husband (Martin Csokas) cartoonishly gruff; the town cops inexplicably apathetic – gain sudden relevance.

It's a clever gambit; it is also patently absurd. A talented cast helps make the twist easier to swallow, but the film's second half sheds credulity seemingly by the frame, at points devolving into schlock. Which, in a different film, might bode well for some silly fun, but Sheridan aims for a restrained tone that seems more suitable for a somber character study than a flagrantly preposterous suspense thriller. As it is, Dream House is neither thrilling nor suspenseful.

Hollywood.com rated this film 2 stars.