Tom Morton’s review published on Letterboxd:
If the meaning of life is to fill your time with as many of the things you love as possible, and the things that I love are cats, Stephen King, more cats, the weirdly disappointing post-Twin Peaks careers of (nearly) everyone from Twin Peaks and terrible-yet-also-absolutely-wonderful horror films - which they are - then Sleepwalkers represents some kind of ultimate nirvana, where all of my favourite things come together in one wonderful shitstorm of glorious entertainment.
From the opening sequence, which inexplicably features Mark Hamill cameoing behind a ludicrous moustache, to the opening titles appearing in the form of a jump scare, to the local forensic team being made up of Joe Dante, Clive Barker and Tobe Hooper and ever onwards into fields upon fields of cats, this may never actually be a "good" film, but it's one that is seemingly targeted directly at me, and I am 100% fine with that! If I can spend two superlative-laced paragraphs talking about a film and not even get to Ron Perlman, then they have done something right. Something very right indeed.
