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After
watching After.Life, I feel silly for looking forward to it simply
because of Christina Ricci. I thought I would be presented with a silly
popcorn flick, some Ricci eye candy, and that would be the end of it. I
was completely wrong. Anna (Ricci) Is depressed, and she doesn't know
why. She doesn't know what she wants, or how to get it. All she knows is
that she is not happy. Paul (Justin Long) Anna's boyfriend. He doesn't
know what is wrong with Anna, he just knows that something isn't right.
She's not passionate about anything anymore, and typically of a male, he
assumes it has something to do with him. Paul has a big job offer, and
is excited to ask Anna to marry him, and move away. A botched proposal
sends Anny out the door, and into the car for some angry driving, and
phone-fu which ultimately leads to a car crash. Anna regains
consciousness, or so she thinks, lying on the table in the basement of a
funeral home. Elliot Deacon (Liam Neeson) is the funeral director that
will be preparing Anna for her funeral. The less you know about this
film going in, the deeper it's impact on you will be. Much of the
details that lead to the impact of After.Life are hidden beneath the
surface. You're not going to get a cliche reveal moment, nor are you
going to be spoon fed the plot. It's really clever, in that it makes you
think that something else is going on, even though the answer is right
underneath your nose.
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At the same time, the story
tries really hard to avert your eyes, to get you to focus on
something else, while what should be painfully obvious to
you unravels without you knowing it. The overall look of the
film is beautiful. It's extremely dark, almost surreal. The
entire film is so bleak, and grey, almost dead looking, save
for Ricci's bright red dress, which sticks out like a sore
thumb, and triggers racing thoughts, and even dares the
viewer to question the story, and the way it's being told.
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There are subtle hints hidden throughout the
film, that are very easy to miss if you're not paying enough attention.
I would honestly recommend watching this film twice, back back, because
even the most eagle eyed of viewers is bound to miss something, and
chances are, if director Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo went to the trouble
of filming it, it's paramount to the plot. And just to put to bed the
question that many of the male readers may have, yes, Christina Ricci
does appear naked for a good portion of the movie. Now that that is out
of the way, there's actually a solid film that surrounds that fact. "After.Life"
is a solid psychological thriller. It challenges it's viewers in a way
that most films are afraid to. It never clearly identifies it's self.
After.Life gives you the tools you need to decide for yourself what you
have just witnessed, even more to the point, to decide what type of film
it even is. Color me impressed. Going in, expecting to come away with a
"meh" feeling, and being titillated a bit by the haunting beauty that is
Christina Ricci, I've experienced one of the best psychological
thrillers I have seen for a while. It's not black or white, and if
you're not willing to commit yourself fully to the film, you may not
have the same reaction that I did.
If paying attention to ever little detail in a film in order to
understand it turns you off, you'll be better off skipping this one. But
if you're like me, and you like when filmmakers don't treat us like the
brain-dead drooling troglodytes that Hollywood seems to think we are,
don't even think twice about seeing this flick. The devil is in the
detail, remember that.
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