The film is content to peddle the naïve notion that love is the panacea for all that ails you.
One may wish that as the storyline pushes forward that it succumbed less to portentous melodrama.
The steadiness with which the film progresses through its dramatic beats is like its familiar-sounding indie pop.
It devolves now and then into cartoonish cutesiness with its broadly drawn minor characters.
The fantasyland-set script has a habit of wrapping up serious situations through flippantly easy shortcuts.
As if Hollywood films needed any outside help to celebrate arrested narcissism, along comes The Last Kiss.
An unfortunately lightweight DVD package for one of Woody Allen’s greatest moments.