Studio: Paramount Pictures
Director: Robert Salerno
Writer: Sarah Conradt
Producer: Robert Salerno, Naomi Despres, Sukee Chew, Christopher Tricarico
Stars: Connie Britton, Freya Hannan-Mills, Giovanni Cirfiera, Tommaso Basili, Alessandro Riceci, Andrea Bruschi, Babetida Sadjo, Syama Rayner, Carlotta Proietti
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Summary:
Following a near-death experience, a teenage girl's bizarre behavior compels her mother to confront a terrible trauma buried in their family's past.
Review:
"Here After" models itself as a "classy" dramatic thriller. The film takes place in Italy. The first scene depicts a teenage prodigy's piano recital where marble sculptures adorn the stage and men in suits applaud appreciatively. The piano player's mother, Claire, teaches poetry at a private school for girls. And when Claire's daughter Robin dies fifteen minutes into the movie, sad violin strains swell on the moodily melancholic soundtrack. In short, you won't sniff a whiff of horror hallmarks like partying teenagers, masked maniacs, undead creatures, or bloody chainsaws anywhere near "Here After."
Get ready to get to know Claire through a series of similarly sophisticated, similarly sleep-inducing situations. As a healthy hobby, Claire partakes in swimming sessions with her inessential friend Viv. When she's not consulting her parish's pastor for advisement, Claire attends group therapy meetings for survivors of near-death experiences. To prove how compassionate she is compared to her estranged ex-husband Luca, Claire repeatedly visits her dementia-afflicted father-in-law in an assisted living facility, even though he doesn't recognize her. You wouldn't want to accompany a real relative if she insisted on taking you along for such mundane chores, so I'm not sure why director Robert Salerno and screenwriter Sarah Conradt think an audience would willfully engage with any of this, either.
When Robin ends up in critical condition following a bike accident, Claire turns to the power of prayer, and those prayers seemingly do the trick. After being clinically dead for 20 minutes, Robin miraculously returns to life. She can even speak again, something she hasn't done since she was five years old. But the celebration shouldn't start too soon, because Robin also exhibits bizarre behavior, suggesting she may have brought an uninvited guest back with her from the afterlife.
Before anyone starts sighing about "Here After" shaping up to be yet another demonic possession dud or "Jacob's Ladder" rehash, those fears can be safely laid to rest. You'll be begging for a head to swivel 360 degrees when you discover "Here After" doesn't even have formulaic frights going for it. Chock full of crucifixes, religious iconography, and multiple trips to church, "Here After" builds on a foundation of Christian themes for a Lifetime-level story of grief, guilt, and restoring one's family through faith. Arguably admirable in those intentions, it's harder to argue that "Here After" is ever eerie, exciting, or entertaining.
Robin's "disturbing" actions include an incident with an injured bird where she may or may not kill it using her bare hands (she doesn't), shocking Claire by using a curse word, and supposedly choking a classmate during an offscreen conflict behind a closed door. Meanwhile, Claire experiences imaginary visions such as seeing tame insults like "liar" and "coward" scrawled on her students' papers and being momentarily submerged underwater by a phantom hand. Troubling moments all around, but hardly terrifying when the most likely urge for a viewer will be to stifle a yawn rather than a gasp.
It's odd for a Catholic-forward movie like this to portray the priest as the most useless person during Claire's desperate search for help. Yet all he does is call Claire's ex to take custody of their troubled daughter for a spell, prompting Claire to turn to a twelve-step doctor whose counsel compels her to confront a terrible family tragedy. Doing so causes Claire to reexamine her role as the failed parent she sees herself as. Facing that fear then offers reflective clarity when she experiences a near-death experience of her own, affording an opportunity for forgiveness that ultimately allows everyone to live happily ever after.
Everyone, that is, except anyone who heard "Here After's" premise and expected anything resembling a scare, a surprise, or genuine suspense. "Here After" has none of those things, clocking in at 90 minutes of inconsequential activity ready-made for insomniacs who use cable TV triviality as a sleep aid. Too high brow for an outright DTV dump, yet not high-end enough to earn a nod from Netflix or another streaming service, "Here After" drifts into a limbo where the movie might have been better off dead than ever trying to resuscitate it at all.
Review Score: 40
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