The Last of Sheila

The Last of Sheila is a totally engaging, intriguing, and all round entertaining whodunit, it features some wonderful actors, beautiful locations around the French Riviera, and a truly memorable ending.

The setup is such a clever one, the plot is really rather intricate. What surprises me most is just how intensely dark it is, if you watch closely you'll see some rather bleak clues, darker then it appears on the surface.

Plenty of beautiful people, Dyan Cannon, Raquel Welch and Richard Benjamin, but the acting all round is excellent.

Some witty lines, all well delivered. It is very much of its time.

Cleverly done, a favourite. 9/10

A Hollywood producer whose wife was killed in a hit and run brings six people together for a week on his yacht, and plays a little game with them. A card is passed out to each of them with a piece of gossip, e.g. "You are a shoplifter," and each evening in port, after being provided a clue, the guests are meant to figure out who is holding one of the cards. The goal of the game is to figure out everyone else's card, while not revealing one's own. Not surprisingly, there is something a little sadistic in the game, with the producer having used real secrets about the guests, but having doled them out to different people.

James Coburn is solid as the producer, and James Mason, Dyan Cannon, and Richard Benjamin all turn in fine performances as guests (I wish I could say the same about Raquel Welch). There are lots of barbs in the dialogue as the characters banter with one another. Without spoiling anything, I love how the game doesn't play out in such a linear way. There is a game within the game, and some fun twists, even if they do get a little complicated. The only thing is, I'm not sure the motivation of the killer made complete sense, given what the killer already knew. The identity of the child molester and how little is made of that fact is a little disturbing too. That said, it's a fun film and I loved the subversiveness of the ending.

Exotic locales on the French Riviera form a beautiful setting for this highly complex whodunit story about six Hollywood movie insiders who agree to participate in a reality-based game to celebrate the life and tragic death of Sheila, another Hollywood insider, whom they all knew.

The game's host, Sheila's multi-millionaire husband Clinton Green (James Coburn), has devised six pretend pieces of gossip; the idea is for the participants to guess everybody's secret. As one participant says: "That's the thing about secrets; we all know stuff about each other; we just don't know the same stuff; how did (Clinton) find out? Sheila, probably." The game winner gets top billing in Clinton's forthcoming movie: "The Last Of Sheila".

The script's underlying premise is ingenious, and the story is quite well executed. The plot has more twists and turns than a corkscrew. Every scene is important in some way. The identity of the killer is not at all easy to discern. Indeed, my guess was wrong.

The film has an ensemble cast, and they all give convincing performances. I especially liked James Mason and Dyan Cannon. Color cinematography is topnotch, and includes some difficult camera shots of and on a luxury yacht. My only complaint about this film is its relative lack of suspense. I could have wished for more spooky chills. For a murder mystery, the tone is just a tad too playful.

Inadequate suspense aside, this is a terrific movie that will appeal to mystery lovers especially. It's got some classy characters and dialogue, great visuals, fine performances, and a riveting plot.

This very fun movie made me so nostalgic for the 70's. Excellent who-dunnit. Dyan Cannon is perfect as the brassy, free-wheeling wild blonde; I don't know why she was not more famous--good actress, excellent comedienne, beautiful. For the first time ever, Richard Benjamin actually acts. James Mason is wonderful. Many very very funny moments. Raquel Welch is terrible--all she can do is be pretty. James Coburn as the captain who plans the crafty game onboard ship is a wonderful diabolical schemer. Too bad Tony Perkins and Steven Sondheim didn't write some more sreenplays. I loved this to death.

This is a perfect example of mature entertainment for its day, made in the deep dark days of the mid 1970s when the F word was rarely heard in cinema not shown in Times Square. Saw this one in the drive-in; yes the drive-in when I was a wee lad with my folks. I don't understand why it isn't better known, but most people I'm sure have never heard of it. It's a good one. Macabre, clever murder mystery with a cast you can sink your teeth into. The clothes, lingo and attitudes are so pathetically 70s; I sometimes find it hard to believe I'm actually this old when I watch something like this. Most of the action takes place on a yacht anchored off of the Italian Riviera, and to me it has always had twisted adult Gilligan's Island feel to it all. The scenes in the monastery are good old fashioned creepy. Find me a director who can do any of this now, without showing bare tetons or dismembered alien corpses, and I'll eat my bellbottoms.