BoxOfficeMagazine: The compellingly awful thriller, In My Sleep—in which Melrose Place meets imitation Hitchcock—is so unselfconsciously derivative that you have to admire it…or, if you don’t admire the movie itself, than admire the jejune chutzpah of writer-director-producer Allen Wolf. His debut effort might satisfy those surfing second-tier cable channels. Ticket-buyers, on the other hand, will be bummed.
