I caught this flick late one night while I was sick with the flu. It didn't improve my outlook one bit. "After Sex" is one heckuva dreary film focusing, in its own disjointed way, on the aftershocks of intimacy. Or at least thats what it tries, and fails, to do. I have to admit that the idea of having outsiders comment on the action ala Greek Chorus is interesting, but in this case its done in such a clumsy way that it actually hurts the production.
The acting is the second weak point. The actors seemed to either be ham fisted over the top or phoning in their lines via collect call.
The end result is something akin to what you'd get if Tommy Wiseau's "The Room" met and had a baby with "The View", and then complained about it for an hour and a half.
The acting is the second weak point. The actors seemed to either be ham fisted over the top or phoning in their lines via collect call.
The end result is something akin to what you'd get if Tommy Wiseau's "The Room" met and had a baby with "The View", and then complained about it for an hour and a half.