A slow-paced, meditative reflection on mortality and our preparedness for death, Afterwards has many good elements, outstanding cinematography, a compelling score from Alexandre Desplatt and a mesmerising, if brief supporting role from Evangeline Lilly.
However, the main thrust of the story moves in stilted, increasingly preposterous circles. John Malkovich is fine as the gifted doctor who can literally see death coming, but Romain Duris fails to bring either depth or interest to a poorly written lead role. It doesn’t help that he is almost unintelligible for most of the film, either when he is speaking English or his native French.
Afterwards tries to whisper its message, to offer suggestions to the viewer in glimpses and overheard conversations. Unfortunately, there are too many moments when the film is leaden, literal and flat. A fascinating disappointment, with some memorable moments hidden in the malaise.
