starring Michael Caine, Tom Courtenay, David Hemmings, Bob Hoskins
written and directed by Fred Schepisi, based on the novel by Graham Swift
by Walter Chaw Jack's (Michael Caine) in a box--more accurately, his ashes are in an urn. His "last orders" (a term used in London pubs to announce a "last call" that serves double duty here) are for his remains to be scattered off a pier in Margate, a day's travel for his three mates and his car salesman son, Vince (Ray Winstone). Lucky (Bob Hoskins; Anatol Yusef as a young man) likes to play the horses, Vic (Tom Courtenay; Cameron Fitch) is a stone-faced and quiet undertaker, and Lenny (David Hemmings; Nolan Hemmings) is the blowhard. Together, they bicker, get toasted, bicker some more, and stagger off to get filmed in hangdog medium shots that serve as platforms for flashbacks. That it's well performed seems unavoidable, especially after Helen Mirren gets tossed into the mix as Jack's widow Amy (Kelly Reilly as a young woman), but Last Orders is a dirge of lazy plotting.