In retrospect, the components of Whit Stillman's 1990s trilogy (Metropolitan, Barcelona, and The Last Days of Disco) acquire their resonance from observing the quiet passing of ephemeral things: Metropolitan celebrates and mourns the specific character of a place and time, youthful associations and crushes, a toolkit of values, even if those values are not exactly shared by, say, housewives in Duluth and auto mechanics in Albuquerque.
Depending on the current cultural climate at any time since their original release, movies like Metropolitan and The Last Days of Disco, recently issued on Blu-ray by The Criterion Collection , could seem like antiquated, elitist gabfests or literate, barbed critiques.
Stillman would develop greater facility with the camera in later films (especially The Last Days Of Disco ), but he’s never topped Metropolitan’s plethora of quotable lines, expertly delivered by a superb ensemble of unknowns (most of whom have stayed that way).
It's interesting that Whit Stillman, the writer-director-producer of Metropolitan (1990) and Barcelona (1994) would make a movie that features disco dancing.
The Last Days of Disco isn't a bad satire, but it isn't up to the level of Metropolitan or Barcelona, Stillman's previous two films.
The movie is the latest sociological romance by Whit Stillman (" Metropolitan "' " Barcelona "), who nails his characters with perfectly heard dialogue and laconic satire.