Wristcutters: A Love Story

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Director: Goran Dukić
Cast: Shannyn Sossamon, Patrick Fugit, Shea Whigham, Tom Waits, John Hawkes
USA, UK, 2006, 91', HDD, color
English, Russian with Turkish subtitles 

Life is hard for Zia: He’s recently broken up with his girlfriend, he is misunderstood by his parents and oh yeah… he’s just killed himself and is now living in the “afterlife.” It’s an afterlife of menial jobs, dingy bars, old girlfriends and bad public transport. Once he gets there, Zia makes two friends: A clever, oddly charming Russian rocker and a sexy intelligent ingénue, who is determined to prove she was sent to the afterlife by a cruel quirk of fate. Together, in a rickety orange station wagon held together by masking tape, this impromptu family hits the road. A film filled with unexpected miracles and absurd humor which shows just how precious and surprising one’s life truly is.

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