David Gladdening is the one saving grace to this movie. It's definitely without interest and is intriguing, but it's too mellow or the movie doesn't have enough twists or turns, which sends it into that B grade and failing minority. But this was really the movie intended about a director, entrepreneur (we aren't really sure, from the moment he comes off that lear jet in the film's beginning) who's attracted the interest of a young couple. The guy's an avid cameraman, who wants to be cut a break, his girlfriend, also working at the t.v. station, who loves excitement. Taking off to the guys lavish yacht, they find themselves in for a night alright, among many different types, some struggling wannabe actor types. When the young guy gets inebriated, he goes to get some air, camera still rolling. What comes into view is a girl covered in blood. This reel is taken from his camera, and the rest of the movie we're left to wonder if that poor girl was killed or not. The simple premise here is that we have two evil souls, a playboy, and his much younger mistress who really can't get a life, and have to resort to playing sick games, where the younger couple, in the end, really get teed off at. There is a bit of a thirty second tragedy involving one of the younger couple, and Gladdening's bodyguard, who doesn't say a word, in the entirety of the movie, looked cool. This is one of those much more obscure Oz pics, which kind of has you thinking unconsciously, it's un Oz like. Final Cut is too much much a vague hazy film, with enough attributes and and oomph to make it a good thriller, yet Gladdening is the reason to watch it, and that poor girl dancing before her demise, where we're afforded a look at her goodies. Seriously Gladenning's performance, made the others look standard or forgettable, yet the other good performance, was that of Gladdening's mistress.
