
The acting is mostly great save for the young McLaren twins. Directing kids has never been one of Clint Eastwood's specialties. What he is good at is drawing unexpected emotion out of routine scenes. He doesn't have to work too hard here since the movie deals with death and the adult actors bring their "A" game. But at some point (probably in the Swiss hospice building), the film started to feel manipulative with Eastwood milking every ounce of emotion out of the situation and actually throwing in scenes just to pull at the audience's heartstrings. It still worked OK until the 3 stories inevitably (and improbably) converge during the last 20 minutes.
And one has to seriously question the moral compass of George (Damon), whose selfishness won't allow him to help others (even as they beg him). But he seems to have no problem devastating people (like Bryce Dallas Howard) and wasting tens of thousands of dollars of his brother's money. And for a guy who never ever wants to "read" people again, he sure spends a lot of the film doing just that. The film supports atheism more than religion, dismissing millenniums of Islam and Christianity in a scant few seconds. Damon tries to bring some humor to the proceedings, but Eastwood seems to have no idea what to do with it.
The tsunami CGI is some of the worst in years. But the stark, dark cinematography punches up each scene. Eastwood really should find some money for a composer. He's been composing some of his stuff off and on since Unforgiven and while it worked for that sparse Western classic, an epic, multi-continent, multilingual mediation on death and the afterlife needs more than a few broken chords. B-
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