The most depressing film I've seen (and usually I like them).
I don't know why I keep bothering with Eastwood films. I have yet to see one I've liked.
I think the only thing this film accomplished for me was a sense of utter depression, where the ending message is one of sheer nothingness. I can only assume the point of the film is that life is relentlessly unforgiving, lonely, and meaningless. I am all for dark, brooding, and even depressing films--but Hereafter crosses the line into abysmal sadness with no hope for convalescence.