We can enjoy the suspense of the opening scenes, and some of the drama. The performances are in keeping with the material. But toward the end, when we realize that the entire reality of the film is problematical, there is a certain impatience. It's as if our chain is being yanked.

This is one case where there’s more life in the morgue than out.

The potent imagery never meshes with narrative logic in Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo's first feature, promising more than it can deliver.

Neeson's performance is so eerie, in a buttoned-down sort of way.

Clean, precise and terribly sullen, After.Life is like its female protagonist. It feels stuck between worlds, or genres.