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The film, starring and directed by Reynolds himself, follows a washed-up movie producer searching for $50,000 to option a kid's hot screenplay before a bigshot studio man (Benjamin Bratt) snaps it up. His comedy of errors in search of someone with some money takes him through the highs and lows of Hollywood, from rich actors (including Robert Goulet) to Armenian loan sharks. Does he get his money? Who cares!? The movie's got Ann-Margret in it!
If you aren't interested in the jibbering of Hollywood insiders (and believe me, this is hardly The Player), you won't find much to like in The Final Hit. And actually, even if you do like their jibbering, you'll have a tough time finding Reynolds' sob story much fun, as he careens from scene to scene with little agenda besides working some celebrity cameo (Goulet, Lauren Holly, Sean Astin, etc.) into the movie. Even Ann-Margret has only two or three scenes. Tragic.
Reynolds is the thankful surprise, proving himself curiously likable in a Willy Loman-inspired role. Of course, there's no depth in the performance, and that's probably a good thing. I mean, this isn't Driven or anything...
Aka The Last Producer.
