About Last Night

"It's about men, it's about women, it's about choices."

It's about wasting 113 minutes on pointless American drivel.

Danny (Rob Lowe) and Bernie (James Belushi) are best of chums until Danny gets involved with Debbie (Demi Moore). Their relationship blossoms and each of their friendships suffer. Then follows moving ins, falling outs and getting back togethers - the usual sentimental romantic pap that sappy girls might put in their top five films of all time.

Rob Lowe is a terribly boring actor, and also, let's face it, not a particularly good one. Belushi as Bernie hits the nail right on the head when he tells him, "The best thing that could happen to you is an industrial accident."

We're supposed to feel good about these "youths" having affairs and generally acting like idiots, while simultaneously suffering the agony of shockingly dreadful Eighties pop music.

Fortunately Belushi makes the proceedings slightly less traumatic. Plus Moore's performance isn't too bad. But none of these minor attributes can colour the fact that this film is just one long, savagely dull attack on your senses.

Finally, the music picks up and there's a slow crane shot of the park. That's when I raise my hands into the air and cheer at the sight of the credits rolling up the screen. Not because I want to celebrate the film, but because it's over and I don't have to watch it ever again.