Before and After (1996)
(In French, On Cable TV, September 2022) I get that Before and After is the kind of thriller made to make you question your allegiances between your family and a wider social order. All of the film is consumed with parents reacting differently to their sons being involved in a murder—the father by (incompetently) trying to cover up for his son, the mother by thinking really hard about spilling everything to the cops. It’s quite a mediocre, middle-of-the-road thriller: I doubt it would still get airplay today if it wasn’t for Meryl Streep and Liam Neeson (what a couple!) as headliners—especially given that the film predates the post-Taken rise of Neeson as an action hero. (One imagines that the same film with the same actors would be written very differently today—did anyone say, “Daddy makes police station explode to get rid of evidence?”) What’s far less than ideal here, even if you buy into the premises, is the very slow pace and the misjudging of the subgenre. At 108 minutes, Before and After feels interminable at times, with the characters making ill-advised decisions over and over again. There’s also a sentiment of discomfort brought by a film that hangs on a “maybe be did, maybe he didn’t” balance later presents a testimony without many questions. Edward Furlong has the added disadvantage of playing a spectacularly annoying character here—a good thing when trying to make a thriller about doubt and protecting a family even at the expense of justice, but not so much when we’re supposed to cheer for the little creep later on. I suppose that viewers here, especially parents, are supposed to empathize and wonder just how far they’ll go in protecting their kids—but Before and After’s distanciating execution makes it far too easy for viewers to say—my kid is PERFECT while yours is a KILLER who deserves to be SENT TO HELL.