|Starring||Matt Damon, Cecile De France, Thierry Neuvic, Bryce Dallas Howard, Jay Mohr, Richard Kind|
|Release||22 OCT (US) 28 JAN (UK) Certificate 12A|
In thread one, we follow Matt Damon's ex-psychic as he turns his back on the old Derek Acorah lark and attempts to live a normal life ("It's not a gift, it's a curse," he moans, over and over and over). In thread two, we see how Cécile De France's writer copes with her aforementioned near-death experience and tries to convince her boss to let her write a book about it (spoiler: he does). In thread three, we follow a London lad who's trying to cope without his crack-addled mother and his twin brother, who lost a fight with a van.
Like Babel et al, you suspect all three sub-plots will come together eventually, and they do. Well, sort of. Technically, they're all in the same place at the same time, but everything that precedes it is basically meaningless as a result. It's so convoluted, it's like Morgan turned in a half-finished script and the gaps were filled in by Clint Eastwood's carer. Nothing is at stake. The movie suddenly shifts from ponderous existential waffler to schmaltzy romance and expects you not to notice.
What went wrong, Clint? How did an actor as brilliant as Matt Damon wind up turning in such an uninterested performance? Why does love interest Bryce Dallas Howard disappear halfway through the movie? Is the emotional hook of France's storyline really supposed to be her struggle to change the subject of her already-commissioned book? Could Eastwood really not find any young British twins who could act? Couldn't he just have found one good kid and Winkleveissed him? So many questions, so much time to ponder their futility as Hereafter drags on and pulls you under.
This is a movie that boasts an awesome natural disaster, a terrorist bombing, a character who can talk to the dead and a Matt Damon shower scene. By rights, it should at least be semi-watchable. Hereafter is not even quarterly-watchable. It's a bloated, self-satisfied turkey that loves the smell of its own farts. You'll come away no richer for the experience, just 129 minutes older and filled with regret.
Watch Biutiful instead, for Christ's sake - it doesn't have a tsunami but it won't make you wish you were dead, either.
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