Four Last Songs

So far so good, but then other characters come into play. There’s Larry’s girlfriend Miranda (Jessica Stevenson) who is generally supportive but also suspicious of his motives and loyalty. There’s the deceased composer’s mistress/muse (Emmanuelle Seigner), still living near the widow (Marisa Paredes) and butting heads with her whenever their paths cross. And then there’s the refined Sebastian (Hugh Bonneville) and his completely unrefined brother Dickie (Rhys Ifans), both with their own motivations and revelations. But wait, there’s more: as if the movie wasn’t already teetering under the weight of so many characters and subplots, a mysterious teenage girl (Jena Malone) arrives with the surprise proclamation that she’s Larry’s daughter he never knew he had.
With so many stories fighting for attention, the film fails to adequately service any of them. Tucci carries the primary plot and his story comes closest to a fully realized idea, but the rest of the characters and their situations become also-rans that fail to add much of anything to the film. On the upside, the actors all seem to be enjoying themselves, a fairly simple task in such beautiful surroundings. It’s almost as if the cast decided to go on holiday together and cobbled a film together while they were at it. There are far worse ways to spend two hours than watching actors at play in an exotic locale, and the film makes for enjoyable escapism and almost mandatory wine consumption, but there’s little substance to savor when it’s all over.
Four Last Songs is now available on DVD, for more information visit the film’s website.
Labels: Emmanuelle Seigner, Four Last Songs, Hugh Bonneville, Jena Malone, Jessica Stevenson, Marisa Paredes, Rhys Ifans, Stanley Tucci