A movie mogul invites a group of Hollywood-types to his yacht for a week of fun and games, with the motive of outing the person who killed his wife a year earlier. Nothing interesting happens during the first half of the film. Then there's a murder and things perk up a bit, but it's too little too late. The script by Perkins and Sondheim is meant to be clever but is too contrived for its own good. The all-star cast is impressive, with Mason turning in the most notable performance. Welch looks fabulous, Cannon seems to be high on something, and Coburn is all teeth. Veteran director Ross does not help matters with his gimmicky camera work.
Review of The Last of Sheila
