Almost a silent movie, Ubaldo Ragona and Sidney Salkow's
The Last Man on Earth is a visual wonder packed with visceral power. Several scenes are beautifully shot and stunning: shrouded bodies being thrown into a hellish fire pit in the dead of night; Vincent Price marking off yet another day on his wall of makeshift calendars; a small army of "vampires" approaching the eponymous hero in a church with stakes raised high at the ready. What keeps the film from being a masterpiece is its shoddy plotting and direction. The second act is dominated by flashbacks which are...tiring. These flashbacks feel like they were handled by a different director who
didn’t speak English as a first language
—numerous lines are flubbed or
stumbled over. Still, I would be amiss in not recommending the film. It's just a shame that it couldn't have been more polished.
7/10
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