CineQueen78 For whatever reason, I started this film thinking it was about a woman finding love and companionship later in life. I usually like those kinds of films because they are something different from the usual fare of 20-somethings romance movies. It wasn't too long ago I saw Debra Winger's comeback film entitled "The Lovers," so that's probably why I had this assumption. However, the movie is actually a very bleak family drama about death. It shows how an upper middle-class social circle handles life in the aftermath and ambiance of death and dying. It made me cringe a little bit to see how the adult sons react to everything, but I suppose that really is how young people respond when they confront the realities of life for the first time. In summary, they react very poorly and with indignation, as if life owes them something and they expected better. I am actually younger than these characters, but I have encountered disease and death so much in my life already that all of this is far too familiar to me. I would say this film is not an unrealistic portrayal of this subject matter. The central message is that, despite death, people go on living as normal. The human drama never stops. Life is for the living and there's not much time to waste out of our finite lives to grieve. People chase endlessly after love and romance despite the futility of it all. Honestly, this is why I refuse to have children. I dislike life and by not reproducing it's like my way of having revenge against it. I would not want my children to face these horrible things like aging, death, disease, loss, and heartbreak. Other people think breeding is a great idea, though. It does make good fodder for screenplays and art films.The movie is a little pretentious, but I appreciate the non-linear editing and the fact that it makes you think a bit and face a truth that most people like to hide from. It also helps that Andie MacDowell is very beautiful and it was nice to see her again. She was easily the best part of this movie. There is another film that deals with the same subject matter in a less depressing and more comedic way named "The Savages" (2007) if you're interested.

claudioszynkier Film in the cadence of the life, the life lived in the chosen memories. If people complain about the cuts and ellipses and the "lack of info" between scenes better go watch Thor, Captain America or some similar idiocy.

adonis98-743-186503 Following the death of their father, two sons deal with the trials of their own lives while watching their mother explore new beginnings of her own. Love After Love is another film where Andie MacDowell feels like she is typecast or something i mean most of her movies by now are the same where she plays some divorced or married mother who has kids that she doesn't see often and basically looks sad for half of the film. And this isn't doing anything new either, it was slow and a bit way too much on the indie type of drama than your typical one and just a waste.

yacovdaavid2 "Love After Love" is horrid wretched film, which, unbelivably, has received universally positve press reviews, which is utter and irksome madenss. A family's response to the death of their husband and father is to crudely "act out" in an uncontrolled manner. The "raw family drama" is about a unremittingly boring family, with no depth of character, no sense of transcendance while mechanically flailing, instead of seeking professional "grief" counseling as they seek relief in abudnant (gotta have nude scenes, don't we) wanton sex. The film does not establish where it takes place, a New York State car plate being the only clue. Their well-appoined house is on a lovely lake so they've got money. Where? They work at jobs, but what do they do? There are scenes in a city. What city? They are grieiving for a humdrum man who appaently smoked himself to death. Some role model, huh? The film jumps from scene to scene with no sense of the time line. The jazz soundtrack, merits the reviewers praise but is always at very high volume which if it was played at something lower than earspliting gain, would have been nice to listen to. Acting wise something akin to improvisation is happening, apprently to mirror John Cassavetes, but absent any of the verge or energy of JC, in a film like "Faces". Andie Macdowell's performance comes off as that of an actor self-consciously mocking-up an Academy award winning performance, and looking as reviews kept repeating: radiant. (She must have been constantly asking herself "Am I acting sufficiently significant?") Chris O'Dowd's character is unforgivingly repellent as he vulgarly sexes his way toward peace of mind with his mourning. What utterly boring characters, in a film of 91 minutes that seem to go on pointlessly for hours. The film abruptly wraps up with a happy family scene in a hot tub, all sweetness and light with one another, which after all the "raw" interaction was a cinematic non-sequitur. This film will fade from public memoy, probably faster than my own, since after opening on April 1, 2018, as of May 6, its box office was a mere $107,630, which was enough to just about cover catering and cast transportation. Sorry Andie, even though you got to do your mandatory first nude scene at 60, your Academy awards chances appear slim.