Bail on this. The acting is so so, the directing is fine, the cinematography is okay, and the script is okay, but still bail and here (in a long winded statement) is why. When I was in high school, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" was the greatest thing. We would go to midnight showings and do whatever we could to go see it over and over again, and if you didn't get it, well, you were just not hip or savvy enough to see its beauty. I have wisened with age and here is the deal...that movie is crap.
"Wristcutters" falls into the same thing. It takes sometthing bizarre and/or shocking and treats it in too cavalier/common a fashion for me. In this movie, folks who commit suicide land in their own weird afterlife and how/when they committed suicide is revisited and treated as nothing really sad, shocking or whatever. Instead, the suicides (and attempts) are treated by all with the same gravity as grabbing a coke from the refridgerator.
I saw this as an attempt by a new and inexperienced cast a crew trying to take a shortcut to notoriety by treating suicide in such a fashion.
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