After.life Page #4

Synopsis: After a horrific car accident, Anna (Ricci) wakes up to find the local funeral director Eliot Deacon (Neeson) preparing her body for her funeral. Confused, terrified and feeling still very much alive, Anna doesn't believe she's dead, despite the funeral director's reassurances that she is merely in transition to the afterlife. Eliot convinces her he has the ability to communicate with the dead and is the only one who can help her. Trapped inside the funeral home, with nobody to turn to except Eliot, Anna is forced to face her deepest fears and accept her own death. But Anna's grief-stricken boyfriend Paul (Long) still can't shake the nagging suspicion that Eliot isn't what he appears to be. As the funeral nears, Paul gets closer to unlocking the disturbing truth, but it could be too late; Anna may have already begun to cross over the other side.
 
IMDB:
5.9
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Year:
2009
104 min
939 Views


total paralysis within seconds,

heartbeat slows to almost nothing.

Thank you. Tom, listen,

the little kid Jack, he saw her.

I saw her.

She was on the slab dead.

- No no!

- I have seen dead bodies.

- Believe me, she was definitely dead.

- No no no!

Tom, listen, go down there.

Just check the place out.

On what grounds?

You have any evidence?

No.

But-but... no.

Do you have anything?

I think she may have called me.

Called you?

Miller:

Collect or long distance?

F*** off!

Tom:

Let me get this straight,

first you hit a f***ing kid,

then you attack Deacon,

and now you're telling me

that your dead girlfriend

called you?

You're losing it, pal.

You need to pull yourself

together here.

Okay?

Yeah.

You're gonna see her

tomorrow at the funeral.

And that will help.

That'll give you closure.

It's what you need.

You need to let go right now, Paul.

You just gotta let go.

Why do I have to get dressed?

Tomorrow's your funeral.

- Already?

- I told you,

you only had three days.

I told you to use your time well.

I have so many regrets.

I have nothing but regrets.

I wanted a different life.

Then why didn't you do

something about it?

I tried.

Nothing ever seemed to change.

I woke up every day.

I took a shower.

Drove in the same traffic to work.

Went home.

Went to sleep.

Woke up again.

Nothing was ever different.

What did you really

want from life?

I wanted to be happy.

Happy. You all say

you wanted to be happy.

What does that mean?

Don't you understand

that's the whole point?

L... I don't know.

Yes, you do.

You're just too scared

to admit it to yourself.

I don't want to talk

about this anymore.

- I just want it to be over.

- What did you want from life?

I don't f***ing know.

Yes, you do. What did you want?

- I wanted love.

- What did you want, Anna?

I wanted love.

You had love.

Paul loved you.

You don't understand.

I wanted to love.

I was too scared.

My mother...

when I was little I learned that...

loving someone

meant getting hurt.

So I decided not to love anyone

so I'd never get hurt again.

I kept pushing Paul away.

He thought I didn't love him.

Did you?

He was the only one I loved.

But I could never say it.

And then he stopped loving me.

What would you do if you had

another chance?

I don't know.

Well?

Isn't this what you wanted?

Eliot:

I thought you were different.

You all say you're scared of death,

but the truth is

you're more scared of life.

I'm glad I'm dead.

I'm glad it's over.

You said you could teach me.

It's only a hole in the ground.

- It's for...

- Ms. Taylor?

Exactly. For Anna.

- She belongs here.

- Because she's dead?

No, because there's no life

left in her.

- What do you mean?

- Don't you see?

I'm the only one that can see all these

corpses wandering around aimlessly.

All they do is piss and sh*t,

suffocating us with their stench,

doing nothing with their lives,

taking the air away from those

that actually want to live.

I have to bury them all.

I have no choice.

Now there's two of us.

It's time now.

You have to look beautiful

for your funeral.

This will relax your muscles.

Make your skin radiant,

as if you were still alive.

This is how they're all

going to remember you.

Can I see myself one last time?

Hmm?

Can I see myself one last time?

Of course.

This is the end.

The last part's the most difficult.

You're going to have

to face it alone, but...

you'll be at peace soon.

- You lied to me.

- Anna,

we've been through this before.

You're just imagining.

- You lied to me.

- Anna, you're still

clutching onto life.

Anna!

Don't give

into your fears now.

- Don't give into your fear.

- You lied to me.

You're so-ooo close.

Why did you lie to me?

So close.

That's it.

Violets...

they were her favorite flower.

How did you know?

Violets seemed

appropriate somehow.

Father Graham:

We have come here today

to remember and to mourn

our Sister Anna

and give thanks for her life.

Dear God, as we stand here

in the silence of Thee today,

to commit Anna to the ground

and commit her spirit

into Your keeping

and comfort one another

in our grief,

in Your mercy...

I am the resurrection

and the life...

What is it?

She's so cold.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be scared.

It's better this way.

She's at peace now.

You said she was alive.

I never said she was alive.

I just said

I saw her.

You need a ride?

Okay.

I'll see ya.

- Mr. Coleman?

- Yeah?

Don't forget

to fasten your seatbelt.

Imagine, Anna,

the whole world... your mother,

your fianc, your friends...

everyone has buried you.

They have placed a stone

above your body,

and they've said their goodbyes

and gone back to their Tv dinners

and shopping malls thinking

that this is never

going to happen to them.

- I'd give anything...

- They said I wasn't gonna...

- I'm not...

- I know I'm not dead.

Think about it, Anna.

Think about it

while you still can.

No.

No no.

No, I'm alive.

God, no, help!

Oh, sh*t.

Don't you think

you've had enough to drink?

Go to hell.

Mr. Coleman, I think

you should show

a little more respect.

I know she wasn't dead.

Wasn't she?

You have no idea what happens

when someone dies,

what happens to their body,

what happens

to their soul.

You think Anna was still alive

after the accident?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe she's still alive.

Why don't you go

and find out for yourself,

Mr. Coleman?

Find out

whether she's dead

or alive.

You sick f***!

- Oh.

- You psychotic f***.

You don't have much time left.

Woman:

What's he doing?

Jack:

Don't be scared.

It's better this way.

Let me out!

Come on.

Paul!

No.

Is it over?

Yes, Jack, it's over.

Okay.

Anna?

Okay, Anna.

Anna, I'm here.

I'm here.

Oh my God.

Anna.

Okay.

Baby, please, please.

Please.

- Paul?

- Oh God.

Baby. Thank God.

- Paul?

- Yeah yeah.

You came back for me?

I did.

I came back for you.

- You're safe now.

- I love you.

I always loved you.

What's that noise?

Anna's voice:

It's just the scissors for your clothes.

Eliot just put them on the table.

Where am I?

You're in a funeral home.

You're dead.

I'm not dead.

You had a car accident.

You swerved off the road

and you hit a tree.

I saw Anna.

You buried her alive.

You never made it

to the cemetery.

And you never saw Anna.

- You're dead.

- I'm not dead.

You people,

you all say the same thing.

I'm not dead.

Paul's voice:

I'm not dead.

Wake

From your sleep

You're drying off

Your tears

Today

We escape

We escape

Pack

And get dressed

Before your father

Hears us

Before

All hell

Breaks loose

Breathe

Keep breathing

Don't lose

Your nerve

Breathe

Keep breathing

I can't do this

Alone

Sing

Us a song

A song to keep

Us warm

There's

Such a chill

Such a chill

And you can

Laugh

A spineless laugh

We hope

Your rules

And wisdom

Choke you

Now

We are one

In everlasting

Peace

We hope

That you choke

That you choke

We hope

That you choke

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Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo

Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo (born 1975, in Warsaw), is a Polish-American filmmaker and writer. more…

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