Joanna (Keira Knightley) and Michael (Sam Worthington) married young. They’re equally attractive, equally successful, equal in most aspects. Joanna is a writer and Michael’s an architect. They have a nice loft and a nice life. Until Michael’s co-worker harlot Laura (Eva Mendes) comes along. At a dinner party, when Joanna is introduced to Laura by her husband, she’s surprised by the obvious chemistry between the two. Joanna later confronts Michael about Laura. He puts his foot in his mouth and Joanna opts to sleep on the couch. By early morning however, Michael has apologized and Joanna’s helping him pack for an overnight business trip. They part ways. Then later that day Joanna bumps into an old French flame, Alex (Guillaume Canet), and he invites her for dinner that evening.
Hence the games commence. By morning the lines have been crossed. It may be argued that Joanna lightly placed her toe over her line for a mere few seconds. Michael on the other hand, well, he’s a man. Some may decide that infidelity is committed by both but I disagree because it’s complicated. One’s fault is purely out of lust, stupidity and selfishness, while the other's indiscretion is caused by disappointment and really out of sincerity of heart. Watch the film. It’s tempting to give away the details. I will say that Worthington’s character confirms my unwavering belief in the pathetic, basic nature of men, that Knightley’s character reminds me of how sad it usually is for a wife, and Mendes’ character makes my hatred for harlots who seduce married men all the more immense.
I usually find Keira Knightley’s acting one-dimensional. In Last Night, however, I applaud her portrayal of Joanna. Sam Worthington portrayed pathetic to the true extent of its meaning. Both actor and actress were believable as a couple and there isn't cause for criticism.
Dear Miss Mendes,
I’d like to see you in a role other than someone’s woman, or someone’s other woman. I am available to write you one if no one else does.
Sincerely.
Oh gosh, what can I say about Mr. Guillaume Canet. He’s like bubbles, the best cologne you ever smelled, red roses, a warm blanket and sunshine in the form of a person. Ladies, his smile is to die for.
Technically speaking, nice writing, nice directing, nice ensemble production. This film is as neatly and tastefully done as a gem stone in a little, velvet pouch. It might leave you a little mad but it’s just art imitating life.
In conclusion, watch Last Night yes because it’s a good film, but also because somewhere in there is a cautionary tale. I get beware marriage. What do you get?
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