There are scenes in AFTERSUN that I zoned out during – lingering shots of a view from a train, scenic expanses from the Turkish coastline, mundane conversation; but (maybe surprisingly), it felt like I should’ve. AFTERSUN, directed by Charlotte Wells and starring Paul Mescal, tries to capture the concept of memory – and succeeds. The film is big on mood and has an excellent soundtrack that hints at what’s actually happening.
At a brisk 98 minutes, the movie is tranquil, deeply melancholy, and incredibly affecting but doesn’t have a structured plot. As a viewer, you’re filling in the blanks as if you’re reflecting on a possibly painful memory from years ago. Bolstered by incredible performances by Mescal as Calum, a young father, and Frankie Corio, his 11-year-old daughter, AFTERSUN leaves you with a lump in your throat as you’re left deciding what’s happened.
It isn’t for everyone, but it’s an intriguing and powerful film. AFTERSUN is now playing in theaters.
