The Last Man on Earth
Never gets any better than in its opening stages with Price taking us through the monotonous horror of every-day life he is now condemned to – the idea of this is so heartbreaking (and existentially terrifying) that it sets up an impetus that the movie can’t sustain, especially once the undead appear (and largely present as a small nuisance rather than a legitimate threat). It doesn’t help that Price seems uncomfortably lost at sea in his “everyman” role – you can tell he is tamping down every instinct to go full-bore camp, and has little else to offer than striding through stolidly. It does remind me I need to revisit the Will Smith version, the best version thusfar which really amped up the feelings of existential irony and isolation of the Matheson story.
Mini Review: Never gets any better than in its opening stages with Price taking us through the monotonous horror of every-day life he is now condemned to – the idea of this is so heartbreaking (and existentially terrifying) that it sets up an impetus that the movie can’t sustain, especially once the undead appear (and largely present as a small nuisance rather than a legitimate threat). It doesn’t help that Price seems uncomfortably lost at sea in his “everyman” role – you can tell he is tamping down every instinct to go full-bore camp, and has little else to offer than striding through stolidly. It does remind me I need to revisit the Will Smith version, the best version thusfar which really amped up the feelings of existential irony and isolation of the Matheson story.