The afterlife can be a difficult place to set a movie, especially a comedy. Apart from the inevitable lighting and labor issues, there is the risk of alienating viewers with sentimentality, implausibility or questionable metaphysics. Then again, when the conceit works, you may wind up with "It's a Wonderful Life," "Defending Your Life" or the various iterations of "Heaven Can Wait." "Wristcutters: A Love Story" is not quite at that level; it's more likely to live on as a cult favorite than as a consensus classic. But this movie, written and directed by Goran Dukic, a graduate of the Academy of Dramatic Arts in Zagreb, Croatia, and based on a novella by the Israeli writer Etgar Keret, has an offbeat, absurdist charm that turns a potentially creepy conceit into an odd, touching adventure. The Sundance Film Festival (where "Wristcutters" first popped up in 2006, before vanishing into indie limbo) can be a breeding ground for studiously whimsical, willfully quirky films. "Wristcutters" belongs to a rarer species: it is genuinely eccentric.
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