Last Night is a masterpiece. The genre is old-fashioned; movies about the end of the world have been around for a long time. What is interesting about Last Night is that it treats the premise with some seriousness, as it follows the lives of some rather ordinary folks in Toronto as they are busy spending their last six hours on Earth. There is Sandra, a woman stocking up on supplies for her mutual suicide with her husband, when her car gets totaled by a mob and she is stranded on the wrong side of town. There is also Patrick, who is mourning the loss of his wife, who decides he would rather spend his last hours on a rooftop with Beethoven than with his family. Another man decides to spend all of his last hours enacting all of the sexual fantasies that he has been storing up over the past many years. One other family throws a last Christmas party, even though it is not Christmas.As the movie progresses the stories interweave as the characters interact. What makes this movie special is that there is nagging sensation that, no matter what character we are looking at, there appears to be some sort of disconnect between the fulfillment that the characters seek in their last days compared to what they are actually able to achieve. We come to realize that, although all of the characters understand that they are going to die, they really have no clue what this fact really means for them. Some achieve their dreams--one character give a premier piano recital that was clearly a lifelong dream, but the problem is that it is all done in the midst of a reality that is slipping away. Like the characters, we in the audience suffer from the same problem--we can't believe we are facing obliteration.Consequently, this is a great movie, because it really puts you in a place where you haven't been. The end is an emotional crusher--as the people really come to life for you, you wonder how they might be so easily be swept away. A tremendous film.

It's the last night on Earth. There are six hours left before an unknown calamity. Patrick Wheeler (Don McKellar) wants to be alone for the event but he has to go to a family dinner first. Sandra (Sandra Oh) is going home but her car gets trashed. Craig Zwiller (Callum Keith Rennie) has a series of women come over to his apartment.I think the movie needs to concentrate on McKellar and Oh. It would be more compelling to make this a buddy road movie. They could go to Wheeler family dinner, meet the various characters and go back to his apartment. I don't think Zwiller's story is that compelling. The other characters add some quirkiness but none of them are that compelling. It would be better to make these actors support the McKellar Oh story. This is an interesting different kind of apocalypses movie but I only enjoy parts of it.

A good premise, though scientifically very suspect with all the Sun nonsense, is executed with surprising dullness. This film just drags on and on, offering us mostly bland characters, trite dialogue - and whaat's even worse: Sandra Oh. (Oh my God, no!) In (much) more capable hands this could have been a quite a ride. Two guys kissing each other doesn't exactly help matters, either, but I guess in these PC times all heterosexual viewers MUST adjust and get used to watching gay sex, like it or not. I found it disgusting, and totally unnecessary, not to mention unconvincing; as if every male friendship is based on some latent homosexuality lurking underneath; as if every sexually active man has a gay fantasy which he will plunge into the moment the end of the world is announced on the news. What naive, deluded, liberal malarkey.LN is a collection of vignettes...? Stories...? Episodes...? I don't know what to call them. Whatever they are, they are very dreary and acted with apathy by an obviously bored cast, including Sandra Oh. (Oh, no!!) The end of the world is nigh, and yet people seem more likely to comatose themselves to death; the level of sleepiness would suggest that tse-tse flies invaded Canada rather than the Sun, the bringer of life (i.e. ENERGY, not apathy), is the menace here.I think Tobey Maguire would have shone here; his trademark drowsy style, his in-born apathy, his sleepy dull style, would have made him look so at home in this monotonous story. He'd fit here like a lobotomy on Barbra Streisand.

At first this is a multiple story piece interlinked by similar acts, an un-named genre including Traffic, Amoes Perros, Requiem for a Dream, Crash, Babel. Most of these get great reviews for a new ability to show multiple views of a perspective be it drugs, dogs, epiphany, race or relations. I reached this movie late in a search for philosophical sci-fi and I love what unfolds from a holocaust situation such as this. I believe this piece has a good injection of the self and Don Kellar's first piece that showed his life, his friends, his city and all that was on his chest. I've seen in photos a slight mis-look in his eyes and I think the world he lives in and creates are very close.Leader in an unknown field.