Upon falling in love with a mysterious girl, David Aames, a young handsome and wealthy guy owns a well-known publishing magazine that has inherited from his father, the thing that makes his friends envy him, struggles against knowing the truth from the lie and what is real and what is nightmare, but by the help of a psychologist, he manages to pass over these obstacles.
This isn't a typically dumbed-down rehash and, as such, it dissatisfied the rank and file of multiplex moviegoers but earned the appreciation of adventurous film fans.
Cameron Crowe's vinyl-collector version of "Jacob's Ladder" is a daring gamble paying off even when ambition exceeds his grasp. The subconscious can boil over with too much pop culture poured in. Keep that in mind, and it will have you at "What the hell?"
Crowe asks the viewer to absorb this more viscerally than intellectually; how much one enjoys (or even accepts) the experience will likely depend on the extent to which one is willing to do so.
A good example of what self-destructive cinematic havoc can be wrought by handing over millions of dollars to movie stars to produce their own ego trips.
