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Story revolves around elizabeth Hurley's characther creating a drug that can cure psychos and make them normal, however instead of curing the psycho it allows him to have the ability to make dreams real.

Interesting plot however executed EXTREMELY poorly, Now If I was evil and had the ability to control dreams I would do things more on the Freddy Krueger Level all this guy did was make the two main characters see dead people. And the one time I thought Bedlam had some balls by making A dead criminal begin to Rape Hurleys character, for some reason he saw it fit to call the good guy of the movie and Warn him LOL

basically the entire movie made no sense and for some reason Bedlam can make dead people come alive and control dreams but he couldn't win a fist fight against the good guy in the movie...

Oh, the pain, the pain! This was a truly awful movie. I saw it on video as Nightscare, and it claimed to be as good as Hellraiser.

Dr. Lyell (Elizabeth Hurley) has developed an injection that is supposed to supply the neurotransmitter that psychopaths lack, giving them the positive social traits everyone else has. She apparently only tested it on one other person other than the serial killer Gilmour - herself. Two people die under strange circumstances in the apartment building she lives in. Detective Hamilton feels Gilmour must be involved. None of these characters are interesting, and the acting all around is pretty sub-par.

What is going on is unclear, not so much because of any surreal or Lynchian, etc. elements at work, but poor storytelling, editing, directing, etc. Apparently the drug gives Dr. Lyell bad dreams that come true. Or perhaps they create a link whereby Gilmour can make Lyell's dreams come true. However, Lyell and Hamilton both see and feel things happen to them while they are awake, that apparently Gilmour is causing while he is also awake. Lyell and Hamilton encounter people from their lives who are now dead, including people they inadvertently killed themselves. Lyell and Hamilton realize these people are dead, and the dead people tend to repeat whatever they say like broken records, and yet Lyell and Hamilton can't stop themselves from listening to the dead and conversing with them. At other times, Gilmour can apparently transfer himself out of his cell, and transform himself into other people. A mess.

The ending is truly awful, the sort of open ending one would expect from someone who hoped to make a sequel. Please, let there be no sequel to this, please!

Yes, this is that film, the one where the luscious Liz Hurley decided it was time to do her bit for tabloid journalists everywhere and stripped. Is is worth it to see her?

It is a dark and strange film. Hurley is a scientist experimenting with a new drug to control psychos. She is using it on a grade A psychopath Marc Gilmour (Keith Allen) when Terry Hamilton (Craig Fairbrass), a policeman who death with Gilmour in the past finds out and tries to stop her.

Too late. The drug enables Gilmour to make his dreams become real. He never leaves his cell, but is manipulating the world around them, using their guilt and fears to terrorize them.

It all sound a little preposterous, and it is confusing to follow. The ending is most unsatisfactory.

Yes, this is that film (AKA Nightscare), the one where the luscious Liz Hurley decided it was time to do her bit for tabloid journalists everywhere and bared her breasts. Is is worth it to see her?

It is a dark and strange film. Hurley is a scientist experimenting with a new drug to control psychos. She is using it on a grade A psychopath Marc Gilmour (Keith Allen) when Terry Hamilton (Craig Fairbrass), a policeman who death with Gilmour in the past finds out and tries to stop her. Too late. The drug enables Gilmour to make his dreams become real. He never leaves his cell, but is manipulating the world around them, using their guilt and fears to terrorize them.

It all sound a little preposterous, and it is confusing to follow. The ending is most unsatisfactory.

To those of us keen on this type of thing, a sexy, druggy, brutal serial killer flik starring Craig Fairbrass, Keith Allen and Elizabeth Hurley has to be fab, right ?

No. It's a clunky, pretentious, stupidly directed mess. Not NECESSARILY bad things for films - some of us even view them as positives - but it's biggest crime is it has no cult potential. It's just yuck. And not good yuck at that.

There's a rank psycho (Allen) banged up in a secure hospital. Dr Hurley reckons she can 'cure' him by means of an experimental drug. The drug gives him telekinetic powers which, of course, he uses to torment her and her numbskull cop mate (Fairbrass) in the outside world. Y'see, he sees their dreams ..

'BB' is nasty, but only in a 'For God's Sake Let's Try And Make This More Interesting!' way. We like our unpleasantness to evolve from a film's plot, maybe a character trait .. just shoving stuff in - like a tacky 'fisting' - simply doesn't cut it.

There's a few bits of lean meat to push around your plate : Jesse Birdsall - Mr 90's himself - gets offed early on .. Anita Dobson, dead but still funny, doing household chores over and over again while expanding gunshot blood soaks her blouse .. Georgina Hale is her usual finery as a sinister nun, cruelly taunting Hurley for her sinful past, but it's all for nought.

Allen does just enough in a ranty role made for him, but the point of Craig Fairbrass? Beats me. His cop is clichéd, sweary and solid from the neck up. The day's 'loose' fashions don't do him any favours as he struts around but don't let him off the hook, either. 'Beyond Bedlam' could be seen as part of a dreaded Fairbrass Trilogy of mind-bogglingly bad horror films he made in the 90's but that wouldn't be supportive.

As for Hurley, astonishingly attractive, no question - voted World's Hottest Woman by Maxim Mag when you're pushing 60 is achievement high - but as an actress, she's rock bottom of the range. She'd make a great lamp in a movie .. stick some Tiffany on her, stand her in a corner and tell her to keep still.

If 'Beyond Bedlam' was truly as challenging as it thinks it is, it would end with a hand-in-hand Allen & Hurley skipping off into the distant sunrise to begin a wonderful new life together. As it is, it's just ho-hum blood and violence.

Often compared to 'Lambs', 'Elm Street' etc, it's origins go further back: Ray Danton's mid-70's shlocker 'Psychic Killer', which is a far better choice. If the idea of a (very) brief flash of lush Liz's bumpers is likely up your street (tempting, no?), go for it, but us true trash cognoscenti need more than that.