Review: Last Life in the Universe.
Take Eiji Miyake (I think that's his name) from Number9Dream, a touch of punch drunk love, a dash of lost in translation, a bit of the miscommunication from Love Actually (ok, not the finest of movies to make comparison with), some trippy from Love Me if you Dare and Donnie Darko and Adaptation and remove all sense of a plot with closure. You get Last Life.
It's actually impossible to grade this thing. It's rough around the edges, the middle sank to slowness (it was generally slow anyway) and there is no real payoff, except the quiet contemplation. Christopher Doyle helps. Suffice to say I left feeling greatly impressed, if not a bit confused. I won't be grading it, except something like this:
3/5-4.5/5
Don't forget to throw in some Murakami.
