The beautiful images present in Chris's heaven are remarkable. They borrow from every artistic image held dear, from the Masters to greeting cards to impressionism to Disney's Fantasia , believe it or not. In contrast, the hell he has to forage in to find Annie is a collection of images from the darker, more bleak worlds of names like Bosch and Dali. The gates to this world are wrecked ships, and roads are paved with faces of the damned, trapped forever, cursing their fates and moaning toward the heaven they will never know. The real hell is your life gone wrong.
Art being what it is here, though, the story is pure emotion.
We're not playing here, folks. We're talking about the deaths of children, the death of a spouse, the suicide of a loved one. We are even confronted with the inevitable guilt of putting a beloved pet to sleep, a pain that few people are ever willing to acknowledge. It would be easy to write all this off as heart-string tugging, for some cheap tears, but it's so much more than that. This film specifically aims to make you question true happiness and sadness.