(Originally published on Letterboxd on Jan 10, 2014) - What do you get when you take four well respected actors in the twilight of their careers, and cast them in an undemanding fish out of water story? You get, Last Vegas, a film so uninspired and trite, I've had to work overtime to remember enough about it so that I may write this very review.
Michael Douglas, Robert De Niro, Morgan Freeman, and Kevin Kline are Billy, Paddy, Archie, and Sam (respectively), otherwise known as the Flatbush Four. When Billy, the charismatic leader of the group, decides its time to settle down and marry his hot young wife of nearly forty years his junior while in the middle of a eulogy for his bedridden bachelor friend, Ronnie, it's not long before he's calling on his longtime friends to join him in Sin City to live up his remaining days as a bachelor. Sam and Archie are immediately on board; Sam has been trapped in a Florida retirement village, surrounded by death at every turn, while Archie is treated like a child by his over-protective son after recently suffering from a stroke. They don't want a wild vacation—they need it. Paddy, a widower, is a different story, requiring a lot of coaxing from his friends before finally agreeing to go. Much of Paddy's hesitance is in relation to a unknown beef he has with Billy.
