Last Call

F. Scott Fitzgerald was a literary genius, 'The Great Gatsby' especially being a favourite. Despite a lot of them being criticised for straying from the facts, there are a lot of biopics (film and television) that are good and more. Although a curious choice for Fitzgerald on paper, Jeremy Irons is very rarely less than watchable and is often very good and superb even when having been in too many projects that he is well above and don't properly do him justice.

The premise was also fascinating, so they were more than enough reasons in wanting to watch 'Last Call'. Regardless of whether it is accurate or does much new for the genre does not matter, because on its own merits 'Last Call' is well worth the watch in my view and should be known more. It was a very interesting look into the life, mind and work of Fitzgerald, one that entertained, moved and educated me, and have finally seen a film with such strong potential with execution that actually lived up to it after starting to lose faith. Inaccuracy has been done far worse elsewhere, even though with liberties it doesn't feel like a distortion, and actually to me it doesn't play it too safe when it does things that few biopics on literary figures do.

'Last Call' to me was at its weakest in the scenes featuring Zelda. Sissy Spacek plays her very well, with the right amount of enigmatic eeriness, and makes the most of her short screen time, but it was a plot device that could have been delved into more and done more subtly. Also wasn't particularly illuminated by them, we learnt more about her when Fitzgerald talked about her to Frances in that one part than in all her screen time put together. That's my view though.

Was a bit mixed on the music. Really liked the choices of music and the Jazz Age style to it, especially at the dinner/dance, though was a bit disconcerted at first that the sound and music in the very first scene sounded like they belonged in a horror film (now know that this was a deliberate choice to convey Fitzgerald's disturbed state of mind at that point). Was less taken on how some of it was placed, do agree that it didn't need to spell out the characters' inner thoughts the way it did.

However, for made for television, 'Last Call' looks great. The period detail is lovingly recreated and it's atmospherically and beautifully shot. Henry Bromell directs with a low-key but never plodding touch, approaching the material with much sensitivity while giving enough of it punch. The script is clearly written with a lot of care and thought, while the story even when deliberate is compelling and doesn't depict Fitzgerald with bias. Showing him as a flawed and unpredictable person, with a complicated tormented mind that is delved into pretty harrowingly at times (had not seen drunkenness this harrowing in a while on film). But not a completely unlikeable one as the relationship between him and Frances is done with a lot of charm without any sugar-coating. A great thing because that aspect was so crucial it would have made or broken the film.

It is genuinely moving at times, did tear up at the end, while not falling into sentimentality. And there is also a surprising frankness that has a lot of impact but still done in good taste, especially when Fitzgerald tells Frances his thoughts on her story and suggestions of improvement. There we see how his literary mind worked and how he created his work and is just one of the scenes where the writing process is depicted. As has been said this is where 'Last Call' stands out and does better than a lot of literary biopics, and it is truly insightful.

Regardless of not particularly looking like Fitzgerald and being too old in terms of age (to me he looks younger than he actually was at the time, but that's probably just me), Irons gives a deeply committed and really remarkable performance full of both force and nuance as Fitzgerald, one of his best post-'Lolita' performances but inexplicably one of his most overlooked. A role that is a good representation of his strengths, Irons played tormented (and twisted) characters better than most actors and one can see that here, and did him justice. Neve Campbell gives one of her better performances here as well, anyone who has any doubts as to whether she ever gave a performance that showed she was more than a "teenage idol" sort of character should look here as she proves she absolutely could. Her portrayal is charming and sensitive and she and Irons work a dream together from their first scene to their last. Together they portray a relationship that is neither idealistic or acrimonious, where the two characters have respect for each other while voicing frustration on occasions too.

Summarising, very interesting and very well done. 8/10

This portrait of F. Scott Fitzgerald's last days--as a wreck, battling alcoholism and trying to write "The Last Tycoon" with considerable help from his much younger new secretary--has some digressive scenes in the middle but is primarily intelligent and involving. Jeremy Irons is excellent (though at times his Yank accent can be a bit overdone) as the past-prime author, but the surprise is that Neve Campbell (whom I haven't very often been all that impressed before) does an excellent job as the secretary seduced into this sickly, washed-up but still highly intelligent and sometimes very charming man's spell. Sissy Spacek is effective enough as Zelda Fitzgerald, although her occasional appearances as a taunting/nagging phantom of sorts are a screen writing device that doesn't totally come off. It's a fine perspective on Fitzgerald that doesn't cast him as some kind of saintly victim but gives full weight to his talent and personal weaknesses.

Does Jeremy Irons ever give less? This is currently being shown on the British Movies24 channel. Jeremy Irons gives a perfectly judged performance, perfect for every expression, spoken word or even glance. He had though good material to work with - its basis in the recollections of one of the films main protagonists, his secretary, Frances Kroll, who herself was a would-be writer. The direction too seemed to perfectly follow the mood - even Frances' unspoken thoughts especially expectations. The only thing to jar was that at these moments of unspoken thoughts, a song would be played in the background spelling out exactly these unspoken thoughts.

Neve Campbell was excellent as Frances - in her playing perhaps her attitude was a little wrong - he the great writer, she rather mousy unknown secretary would have been perhaps a bit more reverential. But it may be Frances Kroll's writing which reveals the true nature of their relationship, that moment nearly at the end when he stops, turns to her and she (and the audience) could imagine an offer of marriage yet he "merely" wants to say something about writing. Overall it is a rich and revealing biography from someone who was both closely involved as well as being a good and honest writer. Perhaps this is why Jeremy Irons gave it his best shot.

Biopics didn't get the kind of recognition and acclaim they deserved back then. Not like Eddie Redmayne's portrayal of the famous physicist in "The Theory of Everything."

Perhaps that's the reason this film has gotten such an unfair average rating of 6.5. Cause, this film clearly deserves much higher recognition, and that's coming from a movie buff who is quite stingy when it comes to giving high marks.

This period quasi-biopic film entertained, educated, touched with a top notch cast. Jeremy Irons embodied the character playing the tormented soul of perhaps the greatest American novelist FSF in his role. But, then again, no one would expect any less from a superb actor of his caliber.

It's Neve's acting that captivated me so very much. Her ability to immerse herself in the character of an impressionable 23 yo in the presence of an acclaimed, giant of a writer in such close quarters was uncanny. Those vulnerable scenes with FSF (eg, in the car, outside the door, in evening out dancing); her expressions of restraint desire, dissonance and struggle to maintain a professional boundary were sublime.

Neve's acting shone just as brightly as did Jeremy's. She counter balanced FSF's (JI) torment soul so superbly on display with a sublime portrayal of Francoise' own agony of falling for a man she spends every day with knowing she can never love; one who has already lived so much of his life by the age of 44, haunted by demons and memories, while her life is just getting started.

The dialogues, editing, set-design and period costumes and no-bells-and-whisltes cinematography were also on par with the gravity of the story line, which is a based on a true story. I don't understand what do viewers want.

This is a quiet little movie that will break your heart, like everything to do with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Jeremy Irons plays an older Fitzgerald, tired and desperate and sick. (Not that old, of course; he's only in his 40's.) He's living the expensive yet shabby winding-down existence of a Hollywood Next Best Thing who has turned out to be Just Another Flop. The Golden Boy of the '20s is now sadly tarnished. Worst of all, his usually reliable muses, the women in his life, are no longer delivering inspiration right to his door.(Look for the great Sissy Spacek as she weaves lustrous silk from the flimsiest of spiderwebs.) Fitzgerald's wonderful golden talent is sputtering like a marquee light bulb ready to blink out for good. But he still has something to say – if he can only get it out. Enter Neve Campbell as a sidewalk sparrow, bright-eyed, on the lookout for crumbs, timid yet bold. Will she be able to re-ignite his creativity? If Jeremy Irons is remarkable in this picture, Neve Campbell is a revelation. A breathtaking beauty, she also shows herself to be a superb actress, able to hold her own and more with the silken-voiced Irons. This movie (also known as "Last Call") deserves to be part of every college course on 20th Century American writers.