Holy hell, The Last Thing He Wanted is a bad movie. I mean, it’s bad. Like, really, really, really, really, really bad.
Anne Hathaway trudges through this adaptation of Joan Didion’s novel, a movie that casts her as an ’80s reporter who MUST KNOW THE TRUTH. Fed up with boring stories involving Reagan’s re-election campaign, she winds up going all over the world, simultaneously trying to help her crazy daddy (Willem Dafoe, whose character is supposed to be sickly … but, man, he’s never looked better in a movie) and, I think, trying to blow the lid of the Contra scandal. I say “I think,” because, honestly, I have no fucking idea what was going on in this stupid movie.
Ben Affleck shows up as a creepy diplomat who eats pie and eventually goes to bed with Hathaway’s character, because, well, I don’t know why that happens, either.
Hathaway is reduced to extensive phone-acting scenes, during which she is really concerned or very upset or totally angry and, gosh darn it, she’s on the phone when it’s happening.
If you can figure out what’s going on in this movie, you have my respect. Wait … actually, if you can follow this movie, you might be as messed up as this movie is. Yeah … if you like this movie, don’t talk to me. We won’t connect on any social or intellectual level. We are from different worlds, you and me.
The Last Thing He Wanted is now streaming on Netflix.