derekjacobi agreed to provide a camp wraparound cameo and why it's left to a floppy—haired member of mcflyhe market for an intriguing mess, i direct you instead to bruce mcdonald's dreamland, which became available for home viewing on monday and has been scrambling my brain ever since. all right, lock on here. i gotta make things really obvious for you. i take guys out for hercules. but he doesn't want me to kill you. is this about the autograph? no, this is serious business. no, it's not. listen, he wants me to cut off your pinky finger. shot in belgium and luxembourg, dreamland is a dystopian pseudo—comic mishmash of crime movie thrills and horror movie gore, starring stephen mchattie in a dual role as a hit man — wearing a hat — and as a drug—addled jazz trumpet player — not wearing a hat — who becomes involved in a plot by a pimp to sell a child bride to a vampire living in a castle. and, no, i'm not making any of that up. a mix of artsy satire, woozyjazz, incoherence and straight to small screen sleaze, dreamland also chucks in a scenery—chewing henry rollins, a crazy—go—nutsjuliette