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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

Irons breathes life into F. Scott Fitzgerald in this superb accounting of the last months of the renown writer's life during the tenure of his youthful secretary, confidant, and protege Frances Kroll (Campbell) who later penned a memoir of their time together. An excellent story of unrequited love and a good watch for those into the work of either Fitzgerald, Irons, or Campbell with some interesting didactics for novice writers.

In "Last Call", Jeremy Irons is, in short, F. Scott Fitzgerald himself. Very much like Phillip Seymour Hoffman in "Capote", Irons has captured every mannerism and the speech of the controversial writer.

A level of "classiness" is attained, often on accord of the dynamic chemistry between Irons and Campbell, who in my opinion surprised Hollywood with this great performance in an extended supporting role. Sissy Spacek was also impressive, despite her only being in the film for about twenty minutes, her appearances are very memorable, and she is absolutely magnificent.

Other than the acting by Irons, Campbell and Spacek, there's really nothing that jumps out about this film. However it is an interesting look into the life of the influential and controversial writer F. Scott Fitzgerald. 6/10

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.

One reason I never married is that I never found any man with the intellect, sense of sporting good fun, dignity and refinement of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Oh, many a former beau could swill gin with Scott's ferocity, but they did not share his grace, sense of honor, nor anything remotely approaching his talent. Scott Fitzgerald was not only an extraordinary storyteller, although he admittedly drew his material from a limited number of sources; he was also a wordsmith who knew no peer. These were his greatest gifts, and despite his many foibles, they never deserted him.

In April 1939, stenographer Frances Kroll came into his life to find Fitzgerald a nearly broken man. A self-described "pathetic old man," he was a chronic alcoholic barely keeping himself afloat financially, and he was only 42 years old. He hired her as his secretary for the novel he hoped would be his pass to literary redemption. Fitzgerald's brand of fiction was now considered passé, and he spent his good days cranking out rewrites of other people's scripts at MGM. Fitzgerald sporadically sold short stories to magazines back east -- for fees half what they brought when his vogue was at its height -- but the checks kept the wolf from the door. This "hack work," as he termed it, allowed Fitzgerald to keep his beloved but hopelessly mad wife, Zelda, in a mental institution in North Carolina and their daughter, Scottie, enrolled at Vassar.

Whatever one may think about Fitzgerald's drinking, and the crippling effect it had on his literary output, (and his relationships with publishers, friends and lovers), it never interfered with his ability to care for Zelda and Scottie. His dignity would not allow him to move Zelda to a state institution or Scottie to a public school.

Fitzgerald's pride motivated him to play the breadwinner for his small family, and this he did until the end. In "Last Call," Jeremy Irons's extraordinarily nuanced, elegant performance as Fitzgerald elevates the work of everyone around him. Obviously, Irons listened to the rare audio recordings of Fitzgerald's readings of the poetry of John Keats and John Masefield to get a grasp on Fitzgerald's Midwestern vowels and cadence. I was not very familiar with Neve Campbell's work prior to this film, but she won me over. For about 80% of the film's running time, Irons and Campbell occupy the screen alone, and she holds her own beautifully against the far more experienced actor.

In her autobiography, "Against The Current," Frances Kroll Ring does not specifically mention having literary aspirations of her own at the time she knew Scott. But clearly she was inspired by watching his creative processes unfold before her eyes, and she came to see that Scott's novels were not purely mercenary enterprises. "Last Call" covers roughly the last two years of his life, during which he wrote all that we have of "The Last Tycoon." Frances learns from Scott that he is determined to write the definitive, cynical exposé of Hollywood. He has based his protagonist, Monroe Stahr, on the doomed Irving G. Thalberg, the MGM Artistic Director whose story was already the stuff of legend.

Fitzgerald was fascinated by Thalberg, who was gifted at reading public taste, yet able to reconcile his creative genius with an eye towards the bottom line. Plagued with heart problems throughout his short life, Thalberg died in 1937 at age 37 of pneumonia.

Fitzgerald must surely have identified with Thalberg's fall from early grace. In 1932, Thalberg suffered a major heart attack. While undergoing a lengthy recuperation, MGM essentially put Thalberg out to pasture, just as Fitzgerald felt his publishers and the reading public had done to him.

Although Thalberg and the fictional Stahr meet different ends, many elements from Thalberg's life, namely his struggles to combine art and commerce, are expertly woven into the story of Fitzgerald's hero. As Scott struggles to get a handle on his complex character, he increasingly relies on Frances's innate good judgment to help him frame scenes and develop dialogue.

How can this possibly make for good drama? The screenwriter and director must avoid being heavy-handed or pedantic, and Henry Bromell succeeds on both counts. But what lends these seemingly unfilmable scenes an amazingly vitality is, again, the acting of Irons and Campbell. One long montage is wordless: Scott paces the floor, his bathrobe trailing its sash, throwing out ideas to Frances, who patiently puts his words into shorthand.

They nod and smile at each other; we "see" the pages of the novel taking shape. This scene occurs some months into their partnership, and it is now clear to Frances, and to us, that she gets it.

A minor shortcoming I find in "Last Call" is the visions of Zelda (Sissy Spacek) that come to Scott periodically. I do not find them particularly illuminating. Illuminating indeed, in the life of Frances Kroll Ring, were those brief months more than 60 years ago when she sat at the feet of a genius. Scott Fitzgerald was a wrecked genius to be sure, but one who made every effort to be a better man when in her presence. He asked a great deal of her in life: surreptitiously disposing of his gin bottles, patching up his lovers' quarrels with Sheilah Graham, doing his bookkeeping and his shopping. After his death, preparing Scott's funeral arrangements fell to Frances, being neither insane wife, teenage daughter nor illicit lover. It was Frances who insured "The Last Tycoon" would find its audience. And finally, it is Frances Kroll Ring who looks winsomely gratified by a display of Fitzgerald's books in a Borders bookstore window in the final frames of "Last Call."