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Although Neil Simon material was already dating itself by the early 70's, Alan Arkin is a consummate pro as usual and the 3 women are perfect (even with the stale jokes). Paula Prentiss as Bobbi is the standout (as she often is), Sally Kellerman is majestically neurotic, and Renee Taylor has her usual funny voice. Arkin is beating a dead horse with his intent to use his mother's apartment for dalliances, but he's so in tune with this poor working stiff, you have to feel for him.

This material was going South by the release of this and there's not much to say about it (THE 70's HAD ARRIVED)! If you're an Arkin, Prentiss, or Kellerman fan you'll enjoy this on some level. A 5 out of 10. Best performance = Prentiss.

What do you expect from Neil Simon except everything! He turns dialogue into chamber music. He is the consummate artist of speech. Yes, he can do plot too - and that's an understatement - but at his best, he is a COMPOSER. This movie is about a homely middle aged man TRYING to have a romance. It is most poignant and painful, with little comic relief. The critics thought it deserved only one star. Critics seem to regard awkward, homely characters as not worthy of depiction, except in comedy. They are also very partial to big budgets with lots of excitement, car chases, etc. Talk is not cinematic? Who said cinema should be cinematic? Life is cinematic enough!

From my many years of watching movies, I can easily tell when a film is originally a play. The way to tell is usually when the main characters either stay in one place, or walk around to many different locations while talking simultaneously. The movies that fall into the latter category appear to try too hard to make viewers forget the story was originally intended for stage, not screen. "Last of the Red Hot Lovers", to its credit, does not try to hide its theatrical roots.

The movie is one of many to be adapted from a play by Neil Simon, who also wrote the script for this film and left very little out. Simon's big screen (writing) successes include "The Odd Couple" (1968), "The Sunshine Boys" (1975 with George Burns and Walter Matthau), and "The Goodbye Girl" (1977). His failures include "The Cheap Detective" (1978) and "The Marrying Man" (1991). Of the 34 films he has written screenplays for (including remakes), "Last of the Red Hot Lovers" falls somewhere in the middle leaning towards the top. It's not bad, but it wasn't quite as well-adapted as the aforementioned great Neil Simon movies that are still iconic. The writing is excellent, but there was something missing just from the film that could have strengthened it greatly.

Alan Arkin plays Barney Cashman, a slightly uptight but well-meaning 45-year-old restaurant owner who is fed up with the monotony of his life. He has been married for 22 years and appears to still love his wife. However, he feels an itch as a jaded aristocratic woman (Sally Kellerman) wishes to engage in an extramarital affair with him. He is overcome with mixed feelings about the ordeal, including the paranoia that comes with being caught. That fear is not helped by the fact that he chooses his mother's Upper East Side apartment as the location of his desired fling, which is also where most of the movie takes place. The same feelings emerge when he attempts affairs with an aspiring singer with a fully fleeting attention span (Paula Prentiss) and a friend's wife who is convinced her husband is also having an affair (Renee Taylor).

This is a smart comedy, but not one that you can enjoy by watching passively. There is no leaving your brain at the door, which may be why this film could be considered an acquired taste. It is dialogue-heavy with a hint of slapstick or physical humor from time to time. That physical humor comes mostly from Arkin's compulsive tics such as smelling his fingers (for traces of fish) or wiping off his potential fingerprints from whatever he touches in his mother's apartment. There were probably many actors who would overdo such actions, or intentionally fall over themselves to get a cheap laugh. Fortunately, Arkin resists these urges, and manages to appear realistically uptight instead of acting nerdy like a Jerry Lewis character.

The comedy mostly comes from the dialogue, which is why you will need a sharp attention span to catch most of the humor here. Of the three objects of Barney Cashman's artificial affections here, I thought Paula Prentiss did the best job. Not only does she look great in this film, but her character is over the top without being too in-your-face. She's just a notch below Gilda Radner's Judy Miller character from the early days of "Saturday Night Live". Men who are turned on by women's legs will also not be disappointed when seeing her on screen (hey, it's the guy in me talking).

I thought Kellerman did well for her part, although I still don't know why she wanted to have an affair with Barney Cashman yet still seem uninterested in him. Taylor made a great antithesis to both Kellerman and Prentiss as the suburban wife who feels wronged, but is not sure in the end if two wrongs actually do make a right. Her character especially works when Arkin realizes what he was trying to find in these artificial relationships, and what he actually did find.

The characters were flawless, and the dialogue, although sometimes firing at a speed that allowed little time for a laugh, was witty and interesting. The major weakness of the movie was the fact that Arkin's often-referred-to wife was never shown on film. You hear her voice, and see her figure under bed blankets, but never does the camera eye glance upon her. Such a gimmick has been done in other films before, but this is one of the many times it doesn't work. By not showing the wife, the audience doesn't have much of an idea of the guilt and sexual tension Barney Cashman feels. Cashman is a good guy about to commit an act that could ruin his marriage and his life, but the audience doesn't know on what exactly he's missing out. Such tension existed in films about extramarital affairs like "The Woman In Red" (1984) or "Jungle Fever" (1991) because you saw the wife and got a general feeling for what kind of person she was. In this movie, she's a wallflower.

With a title like "Last of the Red Hot Lovers", one would also think it would be a bit more risqué. Of course, the fact that there is no gratuitous sex is what makes the film's title so ironic, but there could have been a bit more enlightening dialogue about such topics. Even though it's rated PG, I doubt kids would want to see it, so why not make it more for adults?

"Last of the Red Hot Lovers" is good, but just need some more tweaking to make it great. Still, its strengths lay in its characters, especially the underrated Alan Arkin (before winning an Oscar, of course) and Paula Prentiss. Anyone bored with the dialogue can always rent a "Three Stooges" movie, but those willing to hold on to their brains while watching a comedy should keep this film in mind.

Arkin gives a fine turn as a successful middle-aged middle-class fish restauranteur whose fingers smell of fish and who simply has to get in on this Sexual Revolution he's heard so much about. Thus follows three sequential trysts in his mother's apartment, the first with a the embittered Kellerman, the second with the flighty Prentiss and the final with the depressive Taylor, each ending in its own disastrous way. Arkin does a lot of his frustrated signature shouting and there's a lot of dialogue, but it is a Neil Simon play after all.

The Kellerman sequence is a bit tiresome and her many soliloquies bombastic and preachy. Taylor's vignette was more amusing--if you find bipolarism and melancholia amusing. Her demand that Arkin list three good people belabors the point.

But sandwiched between these two is the Prentiss episode, which is a gem. Prentiss plays the perky, quirky, dope-smoking character to a tee: "I know I'm a goofball but that's part of my charm." Those voice inflections changing 10 times a minute, those eye rolls, those downturned crooked smiles, teeter into the realm of self-parody but we're loving it. And it doesn't hurt at all that she simply looks like a million bucks.

Barney Cashman, a middle-aged fish restaurant owner, is starting to contemplate the idea of dying for the first time - faithfully devoted to his wife of several years, he decides to have an affair. Something beautiful, something decent... an interlude of romance and beauty to reassure him that his by the numbers existence was in fact, worthwhile.

Well, somebody should have told him what Ellen Burstyn said to Alan Alda towards the end of 'Same Time, Next Year'... 'There Is No Such Thing, My Love.'

Instead, he arranges encounters with three different women in his mother's apartment - Sally Kellerman, a cold, callous and unemotional woman whose notions of realism clash violently with Barney's eagerness to be gentle; Paula Prentiss, a drug addict actress whose only feature film was intitled 'I Married An Ape' ( The Same Story As 'Wuthering Heights', But With Some Gorillas And Some Surf Riders... ) and Renée Taylor, a seemingly fiery woman who, in fact, suffers from a deep state of melancholia.

Like any other Neil Simon gem, this is an in-depth commentary on one main character's psyche intertwined with hilarious bits and one-liners. Being no exception, 'The Last Of The Red Hot Lovers' is about one man's quest to free himself from the drearyness of every day life. The unsuccesful attempt he makes to free himself from Barney Cashman and become 'the last of the red hot lovers'. The deconstruction of Barney Cashman comes through those three woman, whose extreme life styles make him realize how there is no such thing as a pure and decent extramarital affair.

Sounds depressing? Well, it isn't. Simon blends character study with comedy in rare fashion, and makes this as delightful as any comedy can be, and as profound as any drama can be.