A construction worker starts having hallucinations, imagining thunderstorms, twisters, huge flocks of birds circling the sky. Then the dreams start: his dog attacks him, he has a car crash, and each time he wakes up in a sweat. So nothing has actually happened - all these portentous goings-on are in his mind.
Then he decides to clean up and extend an underground storm shelter in his garden.
At the same time he reads library books dealing with mental illness, and starts talking to his doctor and a counselor.
Things get worse. They always do in this kind of film. There's a certain inevitability about the need to pile on the suffering, forcing someone who's already approaching the brink to stamp on the accelerator and go plummeting to the bottom of a cliff in a fiery explosion.
I usually hate movies like this: ones that have a series of ominous events that mostly turn out to be in the mind of some troubled individual.
But is our hero correct in his preparations for an imminent cataclysmic event?
I wouldn't go as far as agreeing with the poster declaring this "Stunning. An American masterpiece", but it's definitely worth seeing.
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