Unhappily ever after
SEEING he’s in his 80s, it’s not entirely surprising that director Clint Eastwood would spend a little bit of his twilight movie-making years investigating what happens after life. It must be one of the few themes he hasn’t really sunk his dentures into over his decades in the biz. He corrects that small oversight here with a moody and often melancholy drama about a psychic ( Damon, pictured) with abilities he sees as a curse, a woman who suffered a near-death experience, and a young boy seeking answers about what happens when we die after experiencing some emotional trauma. The three separate stories are set up well and all promise something, but it all moves at such a snail’s pace that you can’t help but get frustrated with it in places. The convergence of the three story arcs isn’t really that big a pay-off either. While it’s way off Eastwood’s best work, he does touch on some emotional home truths about our own mortality along the way.
Extras: Featurettes. NOT VIEWED