Richard Matheson’s 1954 novel was previously filmed as The Last Man on Earth and The Omega Man, but the most technologically proficient adaptation is this Will Smith vehicle, which pretty much dispenses with everything but the title. Smith’s virologist is the lone survivor of a fatal pandemic and subsists in an eerily deserted New York, now populated by infected, cannibalistic ghouls. Mixing fashionable, zombie-style dread with shoot-’em-up action, it lacks subtlety, but boasts a German shepherd who plays Smith’s dog Sam with true pathos. In the final analysis, it starts more promisingly than it ends.
An outstanding British (sub)urban drama with a difference, this sees old mates Daniel Mays and Riz Ahmed reunited after the former has been absent from their hometown for four years. Why he left, and where’s he’s been, is a mystery. In the meantime, Ahmed has stayed put and drifted into a life of low-level drug dealing. The truth is revealed slowly, in an honest and often thrilling depiction of friendship, family and suburban angst.
Wes Anderson sticks to his usual winning formula (and cast members) here, with the whimsical story of three brothers (Jason Schwartzman, Owen Wilson and Adrien Brody) who travel across India a year after the death of their father. This being Anderson, the family is both funny and dysfunctional, and their journey is far from straightforward.
Sisters are doing it for themselves here, as spurned spouses Goldie Hawn, Bette Midler and Diane Keaton set out for revenge on the men who wronged them, in spectacular style. It’s a hilariously satisfying story, and perfect for anyone who’s ever been dumped.
Wasp Matthew Perry (remember him?) has a one-night stand with Mexican Salma Hayek (remember her?) that results in pregnancy. The odd couple decide to make a go of things, but their families and cultural differences put several obstacles in the path of true love, in a 90s romcom that is worth seeking out.