Harold, thank you for contacting me.
I did see Last Holiday last week the last day of the week
(but I wasn't last in line) and must admit that I did find the script wanting.
Now “wanting what?” is the question, wouldn’t you agree? (How about
“a good story”?). As
cheery and uplifting and positive as the screenplay was (read “saccharine,
schmaltzy, and cloying”), it was not easy to sit through, not only because
several people in the theatre where I was viewing this joyful film were engaged
in other activities other than watching a movie, i.e., talking to their friends
(even on cell-phones!), but also because I knew I had seen the same story (more
times than I can count) and was hoping upon hope that there would be some twist,
some surprise, some something to pull be out of the quagmire of ennui
that I found myself trapped in. Not
that cartoon-like snowboarding, base jumping, cooking, heath spas, a lot of
snow, an unrealistic romantic relationship, more snow, more cooking, looking for
food for cooking, a woman who thinks she’s dying doling out unwanted
platitudes like there was no tomorrow (at least she thinks so) and deciding to
save everybody who she meets on vacation, and more snow aren’t all wonderful
elements that could make up a wonderful story.
It just happens, in the case of Last Holiday, they didn’t.
It would have been nice if the author or authors had taken
just a pinch more risk and hadn’t played it so safe. Maybe, once the protagonist discovered she is going to die,
she could have done something like the lead in the classic film, D.O.A. and
try to hunt down those villains who implanted a deadly, made-up disease in her
brain. Or at least go after the
ones who caused the machine to make it look like everybody had the same deadly,
made-up disease in their brains. The
more I think of it, that was the direction to go.
I can see the new title now:
Dead on Holiday”
Or, on second thought, better to keep the
original title, Last Holiday. And
hope that it is.