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Aftermath  (2014)
2½ Stars
Directed by Peter Engert.
Cast: C.J. Thomason, Monica Keena, Edward Furlong, Andre Royd, Christine Kelly, Jessie Rusu, Ross Britz, Tody Bernard, John Kennon Keeper, Randal Reeder; voice of William Baldwin.
2014 – 92 minutes
Not Rated (equivalent of an R for strong bloody violence and disturbing images, and for language).
Reviewed by Dustin Putman, August 26, 2014.
Since as early as 1954's "Godzilla," movies and television bred out of fears of nuclear war have become a subgenre all their own. 1959's "On the Beach," 1983's "The Day After" and "Testament," 1986's "When the Wind Blows," 1988's "Miracle Mile," and CBS series "Jericho" are just a miniscule smattering of projects that have dealt with this subject matter. Few of them, however, have been as graphically unsparing as "Aftermath," a crisp-black thriller where, horrifically, there can only be one conclusion. Director Peter Engert and screenwriter Christian McDonald earn points for not shirking away from their ghastly premise, but also save room for portraying humanity's propensity for kindness and empathy in the face of hopeless desperation. Unfortunately, a lack of character exploration, a few timeline head-scratchers, and at least one jarring stylistic motif used in a crucial final scene keep the film from reaching its highest aspirations.

NYC med student Hunter (C.J. Thomason) is passing across Northeast Texas as a nuclear attack on the U.S. comes to a head. After the electromagnetic force of the blasts stops automobiles in their tracks, his path crosses with a lone young woman, Elizabeth (Monica Keena), and a pair of siblings, teenager Jennifer (Jessie Rusu) and little brother Satchel (John Kennon Kepper). Seeking shelter in the farmhouse cellar of the friendly Jonathan (Ross Britz) and his great-uncle Wendell (Tody Bernard), the group of strangers—also including the pregnant Angie (Christine Kelly) and her short-tempered boyfriend Brad (Edward Furlong)—hunker down as they wait for the radiation to lessen. As the days pass by and their health deteriorates, frenzied outside forces close in.

As committed as the ensemble cast is, the characters are left underexplored, the varying facets of their personalities shining through much more than their pasts, families and the details that have led them to the present. Also problematic is an inconsistent timeframe: in one scene, a presidential address on the radio speaks of the events of the "last week" when it has been established as well over that, while the question as to what happened to one character who went upstairs days earlier to bury one of their own should be blatantly obvious. An awkward series of freeze frames near the end are also introduced so abruptly they temporarily pull the viewer out of the film. If the picture wasn't as involving and unsettling as it is, such stylistic flourishes wouldn't be as marked a hindrance. It's a seemingly small but not insignificant observation that director Peter Engert would do well to learn from in future projects.

Trapped in an unimaginable end-of-days situation, the people in "Aftermath" soldier forward, fighting for life as survival grows less and less likely. Locations are limited mostly to said basement and the surrounding farmhouse exterior, but this minimalism is a claustrophobic attribute to a plot where there is no escape. A stark, bittersweet comment on childhood's end and the forces we have no control over, the use of L. Frank Baum's "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" as a running thematic parallel is an additionally affecting element. When the film ends, the statement it makes with its haunting last image—an emphatic symbol of both life and death literally held in the palm of the characters' hands—is as bleak as bleak gets. No one will be anointing "Aftermath" a feel-good triumph anytime soon, but there are flashes of unanticipated sensitivity and disquieting inspiration that cannot be denied.
© 2014 by Dustin Putman
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