A cloud of held-in grief hangs over this sentimental winter’s tale about an elderly American in Paris (Michael Caine) struck numb by the death of his wife. Like so many old people in movies before him, our hero is given a new lease on life when he meets a spirited young’un (Clémence Poésy) who does stuff like teach him the cha-cha, quote Leonard Cohen lyrics and worry when he tries to off himself. The tone never rises above or below a low murmur, and the promising actors (including Justin Kirk as Caine’s embittered adult son) seem to be sleepwalking through their impressionisticly sketched roles. Though there are some small, beautiful moments in Nettelbeck’s drama, Last Love as a whole feels like it’s been dosed with Xanax.
Last Love: movie review
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