 
  Review by
        Eric Hillis
  Directed by: Kjersti Helen Raasmussen
  Starring: Eili Harboe, Herman Tømmeraas, Dennis Storhøi, Gine Therese Grønner
 
    
      For as long as I can remember I've had a recurring nightmare in which
        I'm attempting to flee from someone or something but find myself unable
        to move my legs, as though they're embedded in cement. It's absolutely
        terrifying but at least when I wake up the experience is over. Spare a
        thought for those who suffer from sleep paralysis, a condition in which
        your body goes to sleep while your mind stays awake, leading to dreams
        and nightmares that blur the lines between the subconscious and the
        conscious.
    
      Norwegian writer/director Kjersti Helen Rasmussen opens her
        feature debut Nightmare with some text explaining the
        phenomenon of sleep paralysis. Later on the film reminds us that the
        word "nightmare" is derived from Nordic folklore. A creature from the
        spirit world known as a "mare" sits atop its sleeping victim and if said
        victim is female, impregnates them as a means of entering our physical
        world. With this newfound knowledge in mind, I don't think I'll ever
        refer to a bad footballer as "having a mare" again.

      The nightmares begin for Mona (Eili Harboe) when she moves into
        a spacious apartment with her outwardly timid yet controlling dick of a
        boyfriend Robby (Herman Tømmeraas). The couple got a great deal
        on the place because a previous tenant committed suicide while pregnant,
        which has wrought havoc with its property value. Almost immediately Mona
        begins having lucid dreams. Initially they're pleasant, with a sexed up
        Robby seducing her and leading to orgasms in the physical realm that the
        real life Robby probably hasn't been able to replicate.
    
      Of course, things take a dark turn as the dream Robby grows ever more
        sinister. Mona begins to have out of body experiences, forced to watch
        as she's raped by dream Robby, which leads to her becoming pregnant.
        Aware of her apartment's dark history, and the suspicious disappearance
        of the infant belonging to the constantly rowing couple across the hall,
        Mona fears the worst.

      If you watch enough horror movies, you start to see the same themes and
        tropes repeated over and over again. What keeps the horror fan invested
        is that talented filmmakers can take an old theme or trope and inject
        new life into it. The emergence of so many women filmmakers in the genre
        over the past decade has refreshed horror by adding new perspectives,
        but we're already starting to see the female perspective on certain
        themes and tropes repeat themselves. Nightmare is a mish
        mash of classic horror themes and tropes: the pregnant woman in peril;
        the inattentive male partner more concerned with closing that deal at
        work than in listening to his lover's concerns; the demon that
        terrorises our heroine through dreams etc. Had
        Nightmare arrived as recently as five years ago,
        Rasmussen's female take on such things would have felt like a breath of
        fresh air, but she's now competing with other women filmmakers exploring
        the same ideas.
    
      No accusations of plagiarism can be levelled as both movies arrived
        within months of each other, but Nightmare is uncannily
        similar in its narrative to Michelle Garza Cervera's Mexican horror
        Huesera: The Bone Woman. Both movies feature a young woman who has no interest in having a
        child find herself pregnant and subsequently terrorised by a demon from
        her culture's folklore; both movies' protagonists have given up their
        creative ambitions to appease their male partners; and the two films
        even share the same shocking ending. Cervera's film is far more focussed
        than Rasmussen's however, with the latter messily cobbling together a
        few different horror sub-genres. The backdrop of Catholicism adds an
        extra layer to Cervera's genre examination of life in a patriarchal
        society that doesn't translate so well to the more progressive setting
        of Norway in this case.

      Ultimately it's the lack of scares that prevent
        Nightmare from living up to its name. There's too much
        exposition, too much time spent explaining backstories and not enough
        spent on constructing tense set-pieces.
    
      Harboe is very good in the role of a woman manipulated by men in both
        her waking and dream state, and along with her outstanding turn in
        Joachim Trier's
        Thelma, it's surely only a matter of time before she follows the likes of
        Rebecca Ferguson and Noomi Rapace in making a transition from
        Scandinavia to Hollywood. But the movie asks too much of her to fill in
        gaps and her character is written so inconsistently that she becomes
        frustrating. At one point Mona comes across tangible evidence that her
        neighbours have probably murdered their infant, yet inexplicably keeps
        the knowledge to herself. From that point any sympathy we had for Mona
        is largely eradicated.
    
     
       
