The plot of Last Vegas is complicated and, a change from the latest dark films, funny. Billy (Michael Douglas) wants a bachelor party with his three best friends of 60 years. He proposed to his child bride at the funeral. The three have to be convinced to get out of their comfortable chairs and join him. When they decide to meet in Les Vegas the mood changes and off they go. Billy has never married, he is rich and well preserved. The others are living life as if staying alive is taking pills, eating mushy food and waiting for death.
On arrival, Archie (Morgan Freeman) goes to the Blackjack table and wins over $100 000 dollars. Now the party starts with a bang.
They hire the penthouse, at the insistence of the hotel manager who wants to get some of his money back. Night clubbing is followed by two days of eye balling bikini clad girls who take to our friends, asking their advice and asking them to judge a beauty contest. A party is organised at the penthouse that not only resembles a circus but includes members of Cirque du Soleil and drag queens they met along the way (and probably cost most of the $100 000).
Predicable this film is not. Nobody dies from heart attacks from overdoing the never ending party in Les Vegas, as one might expect with 70 year olds reliving their hay days.
No love is lost between Billy and Paddy (Robert de Niro). Paddy is at a loss to understand why Billy didn't go to his wife's funeral. That is sorted out and what might turn out to be tricky, they both again fall for the same woman. Diana (Mary Steenburgen) is a great role model for older women and she steals the show. After a busy life as a single mother and tax attorney, she now follows her dream of being a night club singer, and does just that. Her wit and style astonishes all. She is self motivated, knows what she wants and gets it with charm and grace.
The party doesn't stop and Paddy, now reconciled with Billy, convinces him that marrying a girl half his age isn't prudent. What to do with a problem called Diana?
Sam's (Kevin Kline) wife gives him a tablet and a condom with her permission to use them both to boost their love life, with surprising results.
Archie's son turns up and tries to stop him from drinking vodka and Red Bull and dancing, which he is doing with gusto, and to go home and take his pills. He fails miserably and as a result a heart attack doesn't happen, just a hangover in the morning. A catastrophe might be expected from anyone of the characters, but in fact the film delivers a great message to the over seventies. Get out and live, it won't kill you.
It's fun all the way with a great Hollywood ending. Will the sequel be called 56 Days Later?