"Last Life in the Universe" part from a preamble that conditions us to understand death as a born hero in our lives. Latent, in a slow and flexible dynamic, that although is disproportionate by one another mistake in his screenplay, this film takes us through the life of a young man willing to take the deadly phenomenon as protagonist also of its existence.The portrait, which meditates on the oppressed and unjustified that has become the image of death in the collective psychological, demonstrates the inconsistency of a routine based on the pursuit of hope as the only remedy against this evil and, based on curious pillars , credited to the identification of subliminal aspects of existence in a, not so vague, psychological individually.Time becomes insufferable for settling the folly of death when intentionally seeks it, the absurd a subordinate who demonstrates the little relevance of a life to the continued well-being of everyday life, and a "truncated life" ends up being simply a witnessed deplorable existential coincidences, expressed through this person as a filter.

From Thailand, this is a bizarre art house film about loneliness and the struggle to survive. Unfortunately it moves at a snail's pace and doesn't really have much to say. Our main character doesn't want to live then doesn't want to stay in his apartment because of the smelly corpses there. His brother's dead and he meets a girl whose sister has just died. They form a relationship in a weekend over nothing incredible happening. Really?! This is supposed to be comedy, in a way, but I fail to see it, perhaps because I'm just an American used to American or British comedy. I dunno. The camera work is at times beautiful but other times I was left scratching my head wondering why if this person knew what he was doing. Audio, too. I don't often have a hard time understanding a film but this is a little perplexing. Maybe, just maybe, I'll watch it again one day to see if I can see it in a different light, a light that sheds some sense on it.4.6 / 10 stars--Zoooma, a Kat Pirate Screener

This film is about a Japanese man living in Thailand, his weirdly suicidal habit and his encounter with a Thai woman who just list her sister in a traffic accident.Seriously, I do not understand why there have been great word of mouth for this film. The pace is deadly slow, which is not helped by the static camera. I cannot imagine why the camera stays at the exact same spot even when the subject has moved away from the frame, or stays on one person's face when the other person is talking. This combination makes me so painfully bored, that I could not keep my eyes open. There was a time when I woke up by a loud noise in the film, but I drifted back to sleep again in no time.I have seen over one thousand movies, and "Last Life in the Universe" is undoubtedly the most boring film I have seen.

I probably should not have watched this at 2am. I woke from my sleep and was looking for something interesting. Despite a noise inside my head calling me to go back to bed, I was entranced at the story unfolding before me.Tadanobu Asano, who I last saw in Zatôichi, was captivating as a suicidal Japanese man living in Bangkock. He is an obsessive-compulsive on the order of Monk. He crosses paths with Sinitta Boonyasak in her first film. Her house is reminiscent of writers Iris Murdoch and John Bayley in it's proportion of slovenliness. They barely manage to communicate as she is barely conversant in Japanese and he in Thai.We watch them as they try to communicate and share their tragedies in common. Both recently lost siblings. It is a Lost in Translation type of movie brilliantly done by Pen-Ek Ratanaruang. She smokes while he cleans and is in the background. Somehow they manage to help each other through their pain.I know I will have to watch this again as I was not fully awake. I look forward to that experience.