The Last Sparks Of Sundown

Los Angeles is a tough town if you’re a couple of struggling actors without an agent. But salvation may be at hand for brothers Matt (Mark Chavez) and Harvey (Shenoah Allen) when news arrives that they’ve inherited their grandpa’s country pile in quaint old England.

Soon the pair are in the depths of English greenery, slightly at a loss what to do with the property, or its squatters (dotty Emily Bevan and her even dottier old mum, Sara Kestelman). So far, so mundane, and the film simply dawdles along from there, delivering a whole lot of nothing much.

Allen tiresomely over-projects as uptight Harvey and the grind of a script lacks a single comedic spark. The end result languishes in celluloid purgatory somewhere between seriously uneventful and utterly pointless.