Some Hitchcockian thrillers are quite rightly considered to be `homages' to the master of suspense like DePalma's Sisters. Although The Last embrace is charming in paying tribute to one of the greatest directors so obviously, there is even a dramatic finale in a large crowded arena, it doesn't belong in that category. The beginning was promising though. I imagined it to go in all directions. Is Roy Scheider a nut, or is he really a possible victim of a mysterious organization, represented by a sinister Christopher Walken. Or perhaps both? Roy Scheider looked like exploding every second! It kept me guessing until the `girl' entered the play. From that moment on i got the feeling i have seen it all before, and better. Clearly she's the femme fatale who isn't the person she appears to be. Of course Roy, after a rough start, falls under her spells. A champion of paranoia at first and now a lovesick guy, blind for the danger that she is. I didn't buy it. And no 'suspension of disbelief' to save it. Because of the sometimes badly written dialogues between the main characters and an ultimately uninteresting B-movieplot, jammed with twists an turns never leading anywhere, underneath it all. The acting is o.k., but not outstanding. And that would have been necessary to make a mediocre script come alive.
Review of Last Embrace
