Did a hunky LA massage ther apist kill someone in their sleep? Perhaps the biggest problem with Allen Wolf’s drowsy thriller “In My Sleep” is managing to stay awake long enough to find out.
The chiseled but terminally bland Philip Winchester plays our tormented hero, who wakes up in a cemetery and can’t remember whether he murdered somebody the night before. And what is that bloody knife doing in his bed? Don’t you hate when that happens?
Even when Winchester starts asking women to handcuff him to the bedpost for the evening and hide the key at the bottom of the swimming pool, “In My Sleep” never rises much above yawn-worthy.