Der siebente Kontinent (The Seventh Continent, 1989), directed by Michael Haneke
It is a major spoiler in itself to include this film into a trilogy of suicide, but this is the ultimate suicide film, so it is a must. Haneke’s early works are cruder, more direct and simple than his later complex meditations on the nature of violence. This is a film that hits you in the face, leaving you breathless, precisely through its direct simplicity which manages to convey complex existential Angst and suffocating compulsion to escape, no matter how.
The Virgin Suicides (1999), directed by Sofia Coppola
The gentle, calm, sunny yet threatening style of this film is its best feature. It is like a beautiful lake surface that manages to suggest the monsters that live beyond just by being so unbearably pretty. The story seems simple. Parents are trying to protect their young girls form what they think is the most eminent danger: sexuality. But the girls naturally resist and revolt against parental care in the most tragic and definite way imaginable.
Wristcutters (2006), directed by Goran Dukic
This film is the ultimate suicide nightmare. As it turns out, when you commit suicide you don’t just die. You end up in a place/world that is just like the one you tried to escape from, only worst. You have an even shittier job, even less things to look forward to and even less prospects of getting laid. And now it’s obvious that you cannot even kill yourself to end this, as it would presumably lead to an even worst … well, life. But as it happens, since this is still Hollywood, the possibility of love emerges anywhere. The premise of the film promises a lot but ultimately fails because it falls into the cliché of “life is still worth living after all”.