Sure, I could be cynical about Hereafter and say that screenwriter Peter Morgan's straying out of his Tony Blair-based comfort zone, that Cécile de France's character is much like Kristin Scott Thomas' character in The Horse Whisperer, that the movie wants to be Slacker but the interlapping stories get tied up a little too neatly... that maybe Clint's too old to be directing movies like this. Oh snap! Seriously, though, how much of that was shot with him on set or location? I'm just saying it could be stressful at 80 years old, going from Frisco to London to Paris like that.
That being said, there's a couple big scenes here, mostly involving the young kid. You'll know them when you see them. And like my viewing companion, I did like Matt Damon's character, a psychic who's reluctant to get a reality show, unlike some. And as much as I like Jay Mohr, would it have killed him to do his Christopher Walken impression? Cowbell 2016!
Alas, I'm a bit more cynical about the transformative power of love, but Damon's character certainly deserves to find some happiness. Stranger things have happened. Also, the movie takes a conservative attitude about the public's perception of psychics, erring on the side that says psychics are a fringe group on the margins, ridiculed, hated, what have you. But who knows? Maybe we have the next wave of civil rights on our hands yet.
-so sayeth The Movie Hooligan