It’s been touching to see how widespread the tributes to Paxton have been in recent days, considering he was never necessarily a major A-lister; I’ll admit, though, for some reason I found myself surprised that most obituaries mentioned his role in Titanic first. I don’t know why I should be surprised by that – it’s inevitable that the widest audience will know him for having a supporting role in what was once the number one box office hit of all time – but to me, and many more of us no doubt, Paxton was a genre icon through and through. Terminator, Aliens, Near Dark, Predator 2, True Lies, all the way up to Edge of Tomorrow; Paxton wasn’t the lead in any of them, but his beautifully judged blend of comedy and menace saw him steal the show every time (well okay, Gary Busey may have given him a run for his money in the batshit stakes on Predator 2). So iconic were these performances that it’s easy to overlook his more understated work like A Simple Plan, Frailty, or HBO’s Big Love, which proved there was a great deal more to him than gurning and wisecracking. This, happily, is also the case with Mean Dreams, which sees that good ol’ Paxton charm utilised to at times hugely sinister effect.
As the synopsis suggests, what we essentially have here is a contemporary take on a classic noir format, young lovers on the run, most familiar to us now from the likes of Badlands and True Romance. However, Mean Dreams seems more attuned to today’s YA sensibilities, in that, rather than dangerous, faintly unhealthy relationships presented in the aforementioned films, we here have a teen romance which is considerably sweeter, happier, and curiously chaste. These kids aren’t gleefully gunning down anyone in their way and leaving a trail of carnage and bodily fluids; they’re holding hands, gazing wistfully at one another, sharing their emotions. No doubt this may seem a bit sappy for some viewers, but the fact these kids are both clearly so gentle in nature serves to raise the stakes, as it’s abundantly clear they’re ill-equipped to deal with the challenge before them.
The key challenge is, of course, Paxton’s Wayne. In a way I find myself reminded of Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs; Paxton isn’t on screen as much as you might expect, yet his shadow hangs over everything that takes place, as in no short order his introductory scenes make it clear what an unscrupulous, unfeeling man he is, who will make good on his threats and then some. We see early on that he beats his daughter, and it’s strongly implied that he does worse to her besides, so naturally we’re compelled to hate him from the get-go. Wayne isn’t just some moustache-twirling pantomime villain, however; he’s that worst kind of bad guy, the one who seems to delude himself that he’s really okay underneath it all, his actions motivated (or at least justified) by some twisted notion of what it is to be a decent family man. It’s a great part, and Paxton conveys it beautifully, making Wayne every bit as compelling as he is despicable. And credit where it’s due, Colm Feore manages a similar feat in his smaller role as the Sheriff; an equally unsympathetic character in some respects, but with hints of well-meaning under the surface despite it all.
Director Nathan Morlando hasn’t done much to date, but this should certainly mark him out as someone of considerable promise. With its barren rural landscapes and central theme of kids on the run from a dirty cop, I was reminded a little of Jon Watts’ Cop Car; and if that film was enough to land Watts the job of directing the upcoming Spider-Man: Homecoming, I see no reason Mean Dreams can’t elevate Morlando to similar heights, not to mention Sophie Nélisse and Josh Wiggins. As for Paxton… if IMDb can be trusted, he has one more big screen performance in the can in a movie called The Circle, but Mean Dreams would be as good a note as any for him to go out on. Even if he should have stayed with us at least another 25 years, goddamn it.
Mean Dreams is released in the US to theatres and VOD on 17th March, from Vertical Entertainment.