Monday, November 4, 2013
There are a few laughs in the sexagenarian WHIVSIV comedy "Last Vegas," flashes of wit among the warmed-over sentiment and tiresome plot machinations.
The movie opens with a montage of the self-labelled "Flatbush Four" (Michael Douglas, Robert De Niro, Morgan Freeman and Kevin Kline) as kids snapping candids in a photo booth. The title card reads, "58 Years Later," and the camera cuts to a group of geriatrics doing yoga in a Florida swimming pool, cellulite pouring out of their bathing suits, and it's pretty much all downhill from there. The Four congregate in Vegas for Douglas' bachelor party; he's to marry his umpteenth young chippy at the Aria (major product placement), but falls for the tax attorney turned lounge singer (Mary Steenburgen) who bartered legal advice for a semi-permanent gig at Binion's. Jerry Ferrara of "Entourage" has a thankless part as a douchebag who picks a fight with the guys, is told they're actually Mafiosi (they're not), and spends the rest of the weekend waiting on them hand and foot.