Wristcutters: A Love Story2007
Wristcutters: A Love Story (2007)
Critic Consensus: Wristcutters: A Love Story sounds like a normal enough indie flick. Boy meets girl. Boy gets separated from girl. Boy goes on a road trip with friends to find girl and gains a new perspective on life. Except everybody's dead.
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Critic Reviews for Wristcutters: A Love Story
It misses the opportunity to examine why a community of people - each of whom has already given up on life - would band together to form a new society of desperate misfits.
Opportunities to comment on the ethical grey areas of suicide are mostly squandered and, as the pointless digressions begin to pile up, your mind begins to drift from the action on screen.
Wristcutters is a small film of ambitions nicely scaled to the performances and story. Who knew that affectless characters could be so oddly affecting?
It's such an original piece of work and I love the deliberately bleak cinematography.
All this sounds rather grim, and indeed it is -- but this backward Heaven Can Wait is also, thanks to [director] Dukic's inventive imagination, surprisingly involving and ultimately sweet.
Audience Reviews for Wristcutters: A Love Story
Nazdrovyeh! A triumphant love story to limbo and back again. The world to where suicides are relegated is almost Sartre-esque: mundane activities and conversations, day in, day out. "Hell is other people." However, people can still make friends here, and there are miraculous oases to be found. The bond between Zia and Eugene is rather sweet and bro-tastic. There is no way Patrick Fugit can look not adorable. Raven-haired Shannyn Sossamon is probably the only woman in the world who can make chewing gum with her mouth open look so good. I also dig how the filmmakers cast Sossamon and Leslie Bibb as the present and past love interests because they look so much alike with their angular jaws and thin lips.
"You don't know what you have until you lose it." A film set in a strange afterlife way station that has been reserved for people who have committed suicide.
A quirky and original love story about second chances surviving in the land of the suicidal. Oddly enough this dark comedy is quite cheerful.
Wristcutters: A Love Story Quotes
|Mikal:||Are you joking? Do you guys like it here? Who the hell likes being stuck in a place where you can't even smile? It's hot as balls, everybody's an asshole. I just wanna go home.|
|Zia:||I think she cried at my funeral, I don't mean to brag about it or anything, but I'm pretty sure she did. Sometimes I can picture her talking to some guy she feels really close to, about how they lowered me into the grave all pathetic and shriveled up like a melted chocolate bar, and how we never actually got a chance. Then the guy fucks her real nice, fuck it's all about making her feel better.|
|Zia:||They went to the North Pole or whatever the place Nanuk is from is called. He wanted to meet her family and get into that throat singing, saw playing, weird instruments, and all that stuff. It's good that he's back into music, I think. And me? I think I finally understand what Kneller was trying to say.It only happens if it doesn't matter. It comes without effort. Maybe Eugene's right. Maybe I only get stuck on girls I don't have a chance of being with. I am glad for Mikal, though. I hope she got her visa all straightened out. I mean, she did say she'd be right back. Then again, Eugene's old wisdom is when a girl says that, she never does actually come back.|
|Zia:||You remember the other day when you were talking about missing things from life and how you wanted to go back and I told you I didn't miss anything?|
|Zia:||Well... When I'm here, with you, I kind of miss myself, the way I used to be.|
|Mikal:||What were you like?|
|Zia:||I was happy at a time, obviously before I came here, but...|
|Zia:||Something about being here with you reminds me of that, it's just, I don't know, it's just weird to me that you can feel that in a place like this. We're all... We're all dead.|