Metacritic reviews

The result is a Brooks Brothers comedy -- part Albert, part Mel.

Feels more like a thought experiment than a fully developed story.

Ralston gets solid performances out of his cast, and the film has a surprisingly polished look. But in the end, there isn't much to it.

By the time Arnott's whining monologues begin to number in the dozens, the notion of a swift apocalypse seems like a good idea.

This use of narrative irony is in fact not just the central joke; it's the only joke. And as a result, the movie slightly overstays its welcome.

Scenario is ripe for subversive humor, but Ralston never even questions the superiority of the genetically privileged.

If The Last Man were the last movie left on earth, there would be a toss-up between presiding over the end of cinema as we know it and another night of delightful hand shadows.

Ryan, the bodacious Seven of Nine on "Star Trek Voyager," is the only excuse to suffer through writer-director Harry Ralston's feeble comedy.

Fat, homely men who feel they have been wrongly underrepresented in underwear ads should flock to The Last Man.