The story follows a married couple, apart for a night while the husband takes a business trip with a colleague to whom he's attracted. While he's resisting temptation, his wife encounters her past love.
“Tell me something that counts!” Joanna implores Alex in an opulent slice of designer piffle with a plot as thin as its beanpole star. We’re still waiting for the response.
Somehow less than the sum of its very impressive parts. Massy Tadjedin brings out the best of her strong cast but all the eyeball-melting beautyon display and the highly polished treatment of the story could have done with a touch of authentic grit.
Leaves you to fill in the gaps, but you won't care enough to bother.
Not a perfect film, but an interesting one.
Last Night is a modest chamber piece that resonates longer than you might imagine.
It's quite enjoyable, and the ending is very good – I just didn't believe a moment of it.
An intelligent look at a couple being pulled apart. A class act.
That writer and debut director Massy Tadjedin has elected to have the red-blooded Aussie tempted by a fiery Latin siren, and the prim English rose tempted by a good-looking Parisian novelist (all the actors essentially play to type) further undermines any surface attempts to present a more complex, adult-oriented drama.
The film is as shiny and thin as a coat of nail varnish, but beguilingly photographed.
Shallow without being fun or sexy, the picture is a well-meaning but ponderous bore.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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