Sam Worthington takes on the role of Michael Reed, a commercial real estate agent married to Keira Knightley's writer Joanna. Neither are interesting characters, although director Massy Tadjedin appears to believe that plenty of close-ups of their (mostly vacant) facial expressions - combined with Clint Mansell's evocative soundtrack - will somehow rouse curiosity. The husband and wife are soon bickering when Joanna becomes suspicious of Michael's cosy relationship with his stunning and less pout-prone work colleague Laura (Eva Mendes). Shortly after, Michael sets off on a business trip with Laura while jealous Joanna bumps into an old flame outside a coffee shop. Can either of the aggrieved couple resist the lure of a fling?
The premise is solid enough, but there's a distinct lack of flesh on the plot's bare bones. We're subjected to many mundane scenes bereft of incident that either bore or frustrate, particularly in the attempts to depict Joanna's lonely daily routine of domestic chores. The nadir is a jump-cut sequence where we witness Keira Knightley washing the dishes, pouting, tidying up the house, pouting, getting changed, etc. It falls just short of watching her drop a log. It's only in the final act when the movie briefly comes together, with some sharp intercutting between the compromising positions of possible infidelity that Michael and Joanna have manoeuvred themselves into.
To its credit, Last Night shies away from the shock revelations and melodramatic contrivances that deluge films of its thematic ilk. This counts for very little though, given the scant dramatic substance and an absence of compelling visuals. The actors try their best to transcend the flimsy script and unappealing direction, but ultimately the movie offers a mostly hollow experience that delivers a night that you will struggle to remember. It's just all a bit too 'meh'.