EDDIE (Boris Rodriguez). 82 minutes. Opens Friday (September 28). See listings. Rating: NN
Eddie (aka Eddie, The Sleepwalking Cannibal) is one of those movies that sets up a wacky premise and then lumbers heedlessly along, believing it's funnier than it actually is.
The problem with Eddie's absurd premise is that it grows a little harder to believe every time it's deployed. Lars, a burnt-out Danish painter (Thure Lindhardt) who's taken a teaching gig at a remote Canadian art school, finds creative inspiration in the violent outbursts of the mute sleepwalking cannibal (Dylan Smith) he's taken into his home.
Lars witnesses the eponymous somnambulist's return to bed covered in blood, sees the carnage he's wrought - just woodland creatures at first, but Eddie soon graduates to bipeds - and then nudges the poor soul to further atrocities so he can paint again. Rodriguez plays it for dark comedy, presenting Lars and Eddie with loathsome targets who clearly deserve to die, but it's a little hard to suspend your disbelief on the scale required.
The other problem is that Rodriguez's script gives Eddie absolutely nothing in the way of a personality, even when he's conscious; he might as well be a tame zombie.
Georgina Reilly, of Pontypool and This Movie Is Broken, makes the most of a supporting role as Lars's love interest, and Stephen McHattie has fun as his opportunistic agent. But they're not in it long enough to make a difference.