Movie Review: Hereafter
By Matthew Huntley
October 20, 2010
There have been several movies made about the afterlife and what happens to us the moment we die, but few have approached the material as seriously and directly as Clint Eastwood’s Hereafter. Here is a film that explores the subject of the afterlife without succumbing to conventions or gimmicks, which I imagine was hard thing to do since the material makes it so tempting to embrace lurid imagery, cheap scare tactics and supernatural devices. But Eastwood and screenwriter Peter Morgan present it more realistically and keep things on a believable human level. The result is sometimes slow, but also intriguing.
The film tells three separate stories that run in parallel, each linked by the theme of characters coming to terms with death and the afterlife. Story #1: A French television journalist named Marie Lelay (Cécile De France) is on a tropical vacation with her boss-lover (Thierry Neuvic) when a tsunami strikes. In a scene that’s just as shuddering as it is eerily convincing, Marie gets trapped in a road flood and is struck in the head. Before she’s resuscitated, she has what appears to be a vision of the other side, including other souls. The experience leaves her reflective, curious and strangely fascinated.
Story #2: George Lonegan (Matt Damon) is a lowly bachelor living in San Francisco. He used to work as a psychic but found that being a conduit between the living and the dead was too much to bear. As he tells his older brother (Jay Mohr), his ability is more of a curse than a gift. Now he’s a factory worker who attends adult education classes and listens to Charles Dickens books on tape. He lives a sheltered, lonely life, albeit a peaceful one.
Story #3: In London, twin brothers Jason and Marcus (Frankie and George McLaren) try to support their alcoholic mother (Lyndsey Marshal) so they won’t be taken away by Child Services. When Jason runs out to fill his mother’s prescription, he’s attacked by street hoodlums and killed by an on-coming car. Marcus is sent to live with foster parents and wants only to make contact with his deceased brother. He searches the Internet for psychics who claim they can help him find the answers.
Each of these stories is so thoughtful and earnestly told they could exist independently of one another, and most of the time, they do. For the greater part of the film, the narratives are linked only by common theme and it’s not until the very end when they actually intersect. To their credit, they don’t rely on contrived coincidences, meet-cutes or shocking twists to hold our attention. They also don’t depend on standard Hollywood sensationalism. Each is simple but engaging in its own right; we feel like we’re getting three good stories for the price of one.
What’s refreshing about Peter Morgan’s screenplay is it looks at each situation from a practical point of view, which coincides with one of the film’s main arguments - that discussions about the afterlife are not taken seriously in the media and that people automatically assume the topic is apolitical, unimportant or too outrageous to entertain. In one of the film’s best scenes, Marie visits a hospice where a scientist talks candidly about the possibilities of experiencing death before actually dying. The dialogue is bright, intellectual and delivered frankly, suggesting Eastwood is mostly interested in making a solemn drama with smart characters who believe they can reach solace through truth and discovery.