Hereafter’s boring afterlife

One of my central problems with Clint Eastwood’s Hereafter is its incredibly listless vision of the afterlife. There’s a lot of standing around in a shadowy realm, feeling weightless, and having expanded consciousness. Not much else is going on. Expanded consciousness would be pretty cool, I guess, but if that’s all there is to eternity, then it’s going to feel like, well, an eternity. Continue reading “Hereafter’s boring afterlife”