Kevin Costner plays Joe Darrow, a doctor whose wife has been killed in a bus crash in the jungle of Venezuela. He becomes obsessively driven at work, where a couple of cute sick kids who have had near-death experiences report strange goings-on in limboland, and compulsively draw a wiggly symbol they do not know the meaning of. Meanwhile, in his gloomy home, objects - often dragonflies, which were the dead wife's totem - start moving around mysteriously. This leads Kevin to believe that his wife is still kicking around in some form or other. He sets off to find her.
Put like this, Dragonfly doesn't sound like the worst movie ever - implausible, perhaps, but not without entertainment potential. Unfortunately, this is a film without merit. It is humourless and hopelessly riddled with cliché. There is no tension, nor narrative drive. Costner's character is charmless and expresses grief by descending into a husky growl. There are no other characters, only ciphers.
I would not dream of giving away the unintentionally hilarious ending, but I will say this: there has never been a Sunday afternoon wet enough to justify the watching of this twaddle.
Dragonfly
Cert: cert12
