Apparently after a suicide, one wakes up to find oneself still living, except in a world where all your fellow inhabitants are also fellow suicidees, all of whom are unable to smile or enjoy life. This central premise of Wristcutters: A Love Story is a strong one; there are many routes that the film’s Croatian director Goran Dukić could have gone down in expressing the central pain, the deadness and numbness at the heart of depression. Unfortunately, there are so many elements jammed into Wristcutters it becomes a post-modernist hodgepodge of blandness. Miraculous minor events, death cults, missing dogs all feature, and most of the cast seem to be in dopey form (even Tom Waits is wasted away!), contriving to make a film with little sense of overall purpose or coherence. A missed oppurtunity.