Suicide Tourist

The premise of this film will be familiar to anyone who has given even a passing thought to ending their own life. Like, why isn’t there an app for this?

Wouldn’t it be better if there was a service you could go to, say, “I wanna end my life”, and they handled the rest. It would be safe, you would be taken care of by medical professionals who would ensure you didn’t just injure yourself horribly, but died correctly and quickly. There would a legal service included to get all your affairs in order. All for one affordable price.

Sounds great to me. And the film does give serious time to the absence in our society of any process that prepares you for death. We live in a time of the cult of life, and even our religious institutions only prepare you for more life. The least serviced aspect of our lives is that they end.

The main character Max books into the Aurora Hotel, a luxury spa for the suicidal, which fosters peace and acceptance of the end, and helps you plan and enact your finish.

Because this is speculative fiction, of course, there has to be a dark side. And given that the film doesn’t set bodily autonomy and the right to die as the dark side, the ominous element is “How does a business act when their Unique Selling Point is that you definitely will die?”

If they sell themselves as “We are the people who will ensure you won’t chicken out, fuck it up or put it off”, then your have to have a 100% customer satisfaction rate.

A moody interesting drama with a good cast Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (Jaime Lannister from Game of Thrones) and Robert Aramayo (Elmer Wayne Henley Jr from Mindhunter).