Thomas Beaudoin is hotter than the gates of hell and also blazes equally with pure charisma. He is proficient at radiating decency and simple humanity, in quiet, compelling ways. That's why a movie where a lead female rejects Thomas Beaudoin, choosing instead to literally chase after her ex (a witless, TV-obsessed wad of damp Cheeto dust who treated her like an afterthought for ten years) is a movie outside the limits of human understanding. The lead character is alleged to be a doctor, but comes off like an escaped mental patient masquerading as a doctor. The actress has obviously been directed to dial the "clumsy but endearing romcom girl" routine up to nuclear-maximum; thus, when she is not "stumbling" over her suitcase and knocking over plants (the actress fake-stumbles with determination, aiming for the plant), she over-widens her eyes to such a degree that they seem to freeze in that position, just as your mother always warned would happen when you made extremely grotesque faces. Each and every one of the supporting roles is played with relentless, caffeinated mugging in lieu of acting. All the while, Beaudoin is standing around looking and acting like an actual human being (albeit the best looking one of all), radically out of place in this braying freak show. GET THIS MAN BACK IN A QUALITY ROMCOM. Someone needs to answer for this.
Review of Love's Last Resort
