Afterlife of the Party: An Exploration of Female Friendship
Netflix's Afterlife of the Party might fall into the rom-com genre, but it's much more about grief, strong female friendships, and platonic love than it is about romance.

Last year, a fatal strain of crack cocaine hit the backwoods of rural West Virginia. Many lives were lost and families destroyed when an innocent animal stumbled across a discarded bag of this noxious substance called Acid Mind Drainage. The result was a raccoon turned rabid with a lust for blood. The creature was destroyed. The town was saved. Or so they thought.
Netflix's Afterlife of the Party might fall into the rom-com genre, but it's much more about grief, strong female friendships, and platonic love than it is about romance.
Those saying it's a bad movie simply because it's bad as a slasher should be reminded that the likes of Jordan and Alexandra often don’t get their tales told, let alone in such major releases helmed by veteran actors like Bacon.
The film may be a thriller, but I wasn’t thrilled by it. If anything, I was bored and annoyed.
Even with its straightforward premise, “Richard Jewell” is ramped up by exceptional drama. In all honesty, the performances are out of this world. As Jewell, Paul Walter Hauser becomes a walking representation of gullibility. His bumbling antics create the perfect hero, and very quickly, we feel the societal heat that surrounds our protagonists.
There is no aspect of this film that falls short, except perhaps in minor ways.
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