Last Looks

A passably shaggy genre piece, red herrings tossed about with the wilful eccentricity of a cyclist weaving down an LA freeway.

Altogether it would be pretty bouncy and fun if it didn’t have the wretched Gibson in it.

These are all characters we have seen before... But I had a good time.

Last Looks works best in its twisted often-incoherent plot, where no character is generic.

Director Tim Kirkby successfully walks the line between sustaining a flip, irreverent tone and laying it all on a bit thick.

Kirkby does keep up a jaunty pace. But he also seems preoccupied with impressing his inner hipster, as with an attitude toward race that dares you to call it cavalier.

Last Looks doesn't bring anything new to the table, but it's a fun crime caper that makes us want to see Charlie Hunnam's Charlie Waldo again.

A film that flirts so often with being a parody of noirish detective mysteries that it is hard to get involved with its resolutions despite fun performances by Mel Gibson and Charlie Hunnam.

Hunnam delivers a quirky and rather fabulous performance. Morena Baccarin and Rupert Friend provide great support. And Gibson is rather hilarious in a send-up of a drunk has-been TV actor.

Never seems to be on the level about what it's up to with its viewers.