There's one seriously sexy star in writer-director Massy Tadjedin's tale of marital woes, one who'll send audiences into a collective hormonal rush. It's not Keira Knightley's brown-eyed wife plagued by the green-eyed monster, and it's not her hunky husband, Sam Worthington, less emotive here than his computer-generated Na'vi counterpart was in Avatar. Nor is the primary lust object its home-wrecker-in-residence, Eva Mendes, or French actor Guillaume Canet, a Gallic doppelgnger of Patrick Dempsey. (Le Docteur du McDreamy?)
No, the MVH (Most Valuable Hottie) here is New York City below 14th Street, somehow filmed with more libidinous allure than usual. Though most of this romantic drama takes place in and around Soho, you can see why the Tribeca Film Festival's distribution arm is putting it out: The movie is a virtual tourism ad for all of downtown Manhattan as a dark, dusky playground for secret rendezvous. Even with a business-trip detours to Philly, the lower half of the island is a prominent fifth character in this four-hander---and far more compelling and dimensional than any of its inhumanly photogenic protagonists. Last Night does pose an intriguing central question---is chaste emotional intimacy outside a marriage a bigger betrayal than physical adultery?---and you can see that Tadjedin is setting up an intellectual chatathon on infidelity, a Rohmer with a view. Given how prominent the postcard sultriness of her backdrop is compared with the story's emotional ping-pong, all she ends up with is a kinder, chicer Adrian Lyne movie.
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