The opening ten minutes are captivating, with an almost too realistic experience of a Tsumani from the victims' point of view.
From then on, things go slowly, slowly, slowly, and inexorably downhill.
Adjectives to describe this film? Featherweight, shallow, ponderous, superficial. Need I go on?
Life after death is explored from the experiences of three people in different countries who at the end, all just happen to end up in London at the same event. There is no intrigue, no mystery, no real story, no real information.
If you know anything at all about life after death, you will already know more than the filmmakers. If you know nothing, then you will be none the wiser afterwards, because the film really tells us nothing about the hereafter, save that nobody likes talking about it, and that really, well nobody really knows do they? That's it folks. That's the film's statement in a nutshell
True, we are shown vague, fleeting, misty images of a supposed Near Death Experience (NDE), but if anyone has either experienced or read about an NDE, this is in no way an adequate representation. Did the scriptwriter and director read anything about NDE, or talk to anyone who has experienced it? It seems not.
The film is far too long at two hours and nine minutes, and apart from the excellent Tsunami scenes at the beginning, there is no real action.
The storyline is weak but just engaging enough to keep you thinking that something will happen to redeem the otherwise numbing boredom - but nothing really does.
And the ending? Yawn of yawns, the two central characters fall in love, with (I kid you not) soppy violin music serenading them. Sorry Clint but the old tried and tested happy ending formula is completely misplaced here. It made me quite literally squirm in my seat. If I had watched this ending in an airplane I would have been reaching for the sick bag.
If this is the best you can do Mr Eastwood, then there really will be no more "hereafter" for you, at least not as far as making films goes.
From then on, things go slowly, slowly, slowly, and inexorably downhill.
Adjectives to describe this film? Featherweight, shallow, ponderous, superficial. Need I go on?
Life after death is explored from the experiences of three people in different countries who at the end, all just happen to end up in London at the same event. There is no intrigue, no mystery, no real story, no real information.
If you know anything at all about life after death, you will already know more than the filmmakers. If you know nothing, then you will be none the wiser afterwards, because the film really tells us nothing about the hereafter, save that nobody likes talking about it, and that really, well nobody really knows do they? That's it folks. That's the film's statement in a nutshell
True, we are shown vague, fleeting, misty images of a supposed Near Death Experience (NDE), but if anyone has either experienced or read about an NDE, this is in no way an adequate representation. Did the scriptwriter and director read anything about NDE, or talk to anyone who has experienced it? It seems not.
The film is far too long at two hours and nine minutes, and apart from the excellent Tsunami scenes at the beginning, there is no real action.
The storyline is weak but just engaging enough to keep you thinking that something will happen to redeem the otherwise numbing boredom - but nothing really does.
And the ending? Yawn of yawns, the two central characters fall in love, with (I kid you not) soppy violin music serenading them. Sorry Clint but the old tried and tested happy ending formula is completely misplaced here. It made me quite literally squirm in my seat. If I had watched this ending in an airplane I would have been reaching for the sick bag.
If this is the best you can do Mr Eastwood, then there really will be no more "hereafter" for you, at least not as far as making films goes.