SPOILER ALERT-- I will never, ever like Zach Braff. I might always hate him. Let me sum this movie up for you. Men are cast as children. Women are cast as overemotional psychos (esp the redhead with the baby and- I suspect- the menopausal mother). In this alternate reality, men screw up, women go wild either sexually (the sex kitten the long-haired dude met at the wedding) or emotionally, and losers with big lips are forgiven in the end. God. This was worse than Garden State, just not as painful. Throw in the indie cred music, and my hatred for this movie in this post rivals the almost incoherently scathing review I wrote for Garden State in college. I'm going to go watch Army of Darkness now.
Review of The Last Kiss
