Playing more like David Mamet meets Seinfeld than either "Saturday Night Fever" or "Boogie Nights," writer/director Whit Stillman's latest "indie" film has the requisite, thumping disco soundtrack, outrageous attire and colorful light shows, but it's more about a group of upscale twentysomething's discussing their lives and careers then the musical era itself. Featuring a meandering and near pointless plot, but some clever and quite often funny dialogue, the film probably won't appeal to mainstream audiences, but should please fans of art house fare.
Much like playwright turned filmmaker David Mamet ("The Spanish Prisoner"), Stillman has an exceptional ear and brilliant gift for writing dialogue. His previous films, 1990's "Metropolitan" (for which he received an Oscar nomination for best screenplay) and 1994's "Barcelona," are noted for their heavy use of talk and a cast of intelligently crafted characters, and Stillman certainly doesn't stray from that formula here. While the plot is the film's weakest element and often flip flops about without ever getting anywhere, it's the richly drawn and diverse characters that make the film interesting and fun to watch.
Similar to the TV show "Seinfeld" with its cast of likeable, but essentially petty characters, this is a film about a group of people who sit around and talk about "nothing." Of course that nothing refers to unexciting events such as their social lives and commenting on mundane subjects that no one, other than Jerry and company, would even care or bother to examine. The characters intelligently and often humorously discuss socializing as a group versus pairing off as couples, whether they should be classified as yuppies (not that there's anything wrong with that), if women are drawn to men who are bad instead of ones who are weak and indecisive, and a monologue discusses the future of disco music playing off our common hindsight of its recent resurgence.
Then there's the scene that moviegoers and critics alike will probably mention the most after seeing this film and that's where the group clinically dissects and debates the merits of the animated film, "The Lady and the Tramp." The several minute scene is quite funny in the disparate ways in which each character analyzes that picture's characters and plot (ie. Arguing about whether Tramp changed during the film, the moral message of the story, etc...) and it displays a bevy of humorous and sharp writing.
The performances are also quite good with the ladies surprisingly, but pleasantly, inhabiting the more developed of the characters. Chloe Sevigny ("Kids," "Palmetto") is effective as the more reserved of the leads and is easily the most sympathetic of the characters. Kate Beckinsale, on the other hand, who was so charming as the med. student in "Shooting Fish," really puts on the "bitchy" act here, and is what you'd imagine if "indie" film favorite Parker Posey played a grown up "Heather" from the movie, "Heathers" and frequented the disco scene (meaning she's socially smug with a touch of mean and nasty thrown in).
The male performers are also good in their own right, but with similar good looks it takes a while to differentiate them by sight. The stand outs are Christopher Eigeman (who appeared in Whitman's other films) as the club's sexually ambiguous manager and Matt Keeslar ("Sour Grapes," "Mr. Magoo") as the morally torn assistant D.A. with a love for discos and dancing.
Technical credits are good all around with cinematographer John Thomas' lense work and production designer Ginger Tougas' sets perfectly capturing the look of the upscale disco era. Those expecting Travolta style dance numbers, however, will be disappointed. Although the soundtrack is jam packed with tunes from the late 70's and early 80's, the dancing consists only of the crowded dance floor variety, although it retains its toe-tapping, boogie-in-your-seat, infectious nature.
While it would have been nice had Stillman delivered a better constructed plot -- some scenes often come out of nowhere and the film has a definite disjointed feel to it -- the sharply written characters and dialogue mostly make up for that deficiency. Certainly not for everyone's tastes and not as funny as the better episodes of "Seinfeld" that focused on nothing, this film should please those looking for a decidedly cerebral and talky look at the end of a musical era that most claimed to hate, but secretly loved. We give "The Last Days of Disco" a 6.5 out of 10.