The idea that millions of Americans are protecting themselves against violent crime by strangers is a delusion. Our obsession with weaponry is deeply pathological and the mark of a weak, insecure and fearful mindset.
I recall the time I met Clint Eastwood in a discotheque and how foolish I had behaved. In my years in Hollywood, I had always been plagued with the problem of asserting myself, and this night was a prime example of those doormat days.
If the hereafter is anything like its filmic namesake, then it will turn out to be glacially slow, eternally boring, and pointless, with seemingly random plot lines aimlessly wandering about the ethereal landscape.
While Hereafter hinges on the comforting notion that there is, indeed, a hereafter, the way the film's three main characters grapple with the concept of death is something rarely seen in American films