Aftermath review horror9/12/2023 Shot on 35mm by Christopher Baffa, the lurid subject matter and the super sanitized environment clash to create the right amount of visual tension and repulsion. Another standout aspect of the film is the cinematography. High quality practical FX work with great attention paid to anatomical detail lends a lot of credibility to the production. “Aftermath” has some really nice moments of gore in it. He bags up the dead girl’s heart and heads home to feed his dog. He intensifies his lusty ways until he achieves a full mount, penetration and a few pictures for his private collection. The creepizoid takes great relish in cutting off her clothing and then sets about molesting the body with his implements. Business leaves the cutting room the creepy corpse cleaner brings in the body of a young woman who has met with a violent end. He frightens the orderly off and returns to his work with unnerving delectation.Īfter his partner, Mr. It becomes apparent quickly that one of these gentlemen is a tad over invested in the process while the other displays a rough distance from his tasks. On a quiet night an orderly brings a new stiff to the subterranean staging fridges and on his way out of the morgue stops to watch two examiners carve up their latest bodies. The film is a slice of life involving a morgue, a young female carcass and a medical examiner who embodies all the grotesque intemperance detailed above. Perhaps this seems a little heavy handed, but it is exactly the impression that Spanish horror honcho Nacho Cerda hopes to leave festering in your craw with his short film “Aftermath”. Were not talking about sexy, adroit, forensic pathologists, but rather thick-browed, knuckle draggers who wield their bonesaws indelicately and rip through your lifeless body without ritual or reverence. Do you have anxiety about what will happen to your inflexible, gelid remains after you die? Do you fear the callousness or dubious moral fiber of the postmortem professionals who will survey and prepare your physical vessel for its transfiguration into man-mulch? What kind of person chooses to do the dirty work of managing soft tissue and washing a body before it’s preparation for terrestrial internment? I mean you never see David Caruso or Gary Sinise trimming back a dead man’s wiry pubes or stuffing a gelatinous brain into a flayed chest cavity.
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