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Anna Taylor (Christina Ricci) is caught between life and death by a mysterious funeral director in the drama “After.Life.” |
If Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo’s dullingly un-horrific and pseudo-enlightening “After.Life” ever becomes a cult movie, it will undoubtedly be one for necrophiliacs.
After all, the breathtaking Christina Ricci appears in this movie without a stitch, except for the one on her forehead to repair a wicked gash.
She lies down and walks around naked in a chilly morgue looking like a bleached cadaver with her pale skin, dilated belladonna pupils and blood-red lipstick.
As dead women go, she’s a sexual fantasy right out of an R-rated version of Tim Burton’s “The Corpse Bride.”
Ricci plays Anna, a hot, young elementary schoolteacher in a relationship with a local lawyer named Paul (Justin Long). One night, she has a fight with Paul, then drives away in a huff.
The next thing she knows, she wakes up on a slab in an undertaker’s office. She has no heartbeat. No body heat.
“I’m not dead!” Anna shouts.
“You all say the same thing,” Eliot Deacon, the irritable funeral director, replies.
If “After.Life” teaches us anything, it’s that being a clairvoyant funeral director is just about the hardest job in the world of the living. (Read more…)