When you're a teenager, it's easy to feel like the whole world's against you, that you're the only person on the planet without that special someone who understands what you're going through. This feeling of isolationist angst is taken to pitiless extremes in The Here After, Magnus von Horn's intelligently crafted and incrementally intense drama whose flame burns cold.
Just released from the correctional facility where he was interned for killing his girlfriend, John (Ulrik Munther) suddenly finds himself thrust back into a community that will never forgive him. Forcibly repressing the deviant strains of antisocial behavior he now engenders in others, this noble savage silently encourages attacks on his person as a pretext to show he's no longer dangerous. Alone on his father's farm, John sullenly stalks the rural flatlands, a forsaken ward of his own unknowable mental constitution, numbed more by the personal hostility of the people he grew up with than the consequences of actions his young shoulders can't yet bear. As resentments and regrets are weathered under autumnal winds, John is steadily blown toward apathy and self-hatred.