The Aftermath

The shocks, and the repressed wickedness, as in all well-done horror films, build slowly, then reach a crescendo that is hard to bear and harder to shake off.

A sense of dread suffuses this film, which offers yet another slice of World War II history.

There is something especially unsettling about groupthink, particularly when it comes to evil.

Aftermath smacks of the best Hollywood thrillers. On the other hand, the pathos of the mass-grave discovery scene evokes the finest bloodshed productions from Hong Kong.