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Dead Man Walking, meet Walt Disney. Sharon Stone plays it grim -- with the same embittered scowl on her face for the entire film -- and tries to convince us that she's a bona fide Death Row dweller. The plot is lifted, virtually verbatim, from Dead Man Walking, even incorporating the hostile victim's family and the strained flashbacks to 'the senseless murder.' While the Mouse spares us from the requisite Happy Ending, Last Dance adds nothing to this genre (what there is of a genre), and doesn't merit serious attention.
