The Last Shot

The Last Shot doesn't crackle and pop, but the send-up of Hollywood and the government gets off some good lines and generally endears itself with a kind of earnest scattershot loopiness.

Planned inanity never gets mad mad mad mad enough, and insider jabs like "I'm not a fake, I'm a director!" don't have the desired zaniness.

It's all very loose and, while occasionally diverting, doesn't really add up to anything.

Baldwin's scenes with Broderick crackle because we see Joe being drawn in by Steven's loser dreams.