Wristcutters: A Love Story is one of those movies that almost panders to the not-especially-lucrative EJ demographic. It would have completely flown under my radar, except that it features performances from Tom Waits, who I love more than oxygen, and Will Arnett, who I love more than the actual concept of ‘love’. I’ve been waiting a year for this independent to hit my local theater, just on that basis. Luckily, I ended up liking the rest of it, too. Wristcutters is set almost entirely in a purgatory-like realm. It’s where people who commit suicide go when they die, and it’s exactly like our world, except more depressing. All the residents bear the scars of their suicide – they have vicious scars, powder burns on their temple, rope burn, even gaping exit wounds. plays Zia, who seems to have killed himself solely to make his girlfriend feel bad. In short order, it turns into a road movie, only all of the characters are dead, they don’t really know where they’re going, and there’s a black hole under the passenger seat of the car.
