To say giving away plot details might spoil this film is to say that one ruins a dog turd when he steps in it. So grossly and thoroughly detestable are every single one of the major characters that the viewer is left wondering whether the film's writer-director despises them as much as we do, or, rather more disturbingly, expects us to sympathise with them and the perverse self-constructed yuppie purgatory they inhabit.
Rather than being developed or employed in the service of thematic exploration, the characters are a series of stonewashed stereotypes who don't so much bounce off each other as float around in the same narrative effluent.
A creeping sense of impending dreadfulness immediately sets in when The Last Run opens with that most reviled bit of cinematic narrative shorthand, the photo-montage-with-first-person-voice-over. We are reluctantly introduced to Steven (Fred Savage), a 28 year old accountant who has been dating Chloe, an allegedly gorgeous model, for the last three years and is as...
Screw it, this film isn't worth the time. Suffice to say, it is as mirthless, irritating and interminable as a conversation with one of its main characters might be. Never before did 97 minutes seem so long, when it finished my watch was running four hours fast. The best that can be said for this film is that it is the first to have apparently punctured the space-time continuum.
Rather than being developed or employed in the service of thematic exploration, the characters are a series of stonewashed stereotypes who don't so much bounce off each other as float around in the same narrative effluent.
A creeping sense of impending dreadfulness immediately sets in when The Last Run opens with that most reviled bit of cinematic narrative shorthand, the photo-montage-with-first-person-voice-over. We are reluctantly introduced to Steven (Fred Savage), a 28 year old accountant who has been dating Chloe, an allegedly gorgeous model, for the last three years and is as...
Screw it, this film isn't worth the time. Suffice to say, it is as mirthless, irritating and interminable as a conversation with one of its main characters might be. Never before did 97 minutes seem so long, when it finished my watch was running four hours fast. The best that can be said for this film is that it is the first to have apparently punctured the space-time continuum.