After Life, the Netflix series that is now in its second season, is a surprise for several reasons. The first is that one would never expect to laugh and be moved by a story in which almost nothing happens. Ricky Gervais‘ gaze, that falling gaze full of thoughts leads us to navigate the thinning existence of a man who, without a reason to live, moves anonymously, waiting for a reason to end it or start over. The minimal events, as in a Bukowski story, do not spare us anything and bring us slowly to touch the bottom with him. Cradled slowly, it is possible to glimpse the enormous void that oppresses it. But life has not yet ended with him and the second season looks more unpredictable than the first.
