The Last One for the Road review – ageing-boozer tragicomedy offers drunken antics on the road to Venice

Two optimistic drinkers bumble around with a lovelorn student in tow in a depressing yet funny, faintly baffling tragicomedy

Francesco Sossai’s new film is not one that recognises the spoilsport clinical concept of “alcoholism”. Rather, it is the cynically amused and lenient witness to drunkenness, bleariness, sadness and intermittent nausea; to the tragicomic optimism of ageing boozers, ruined romantics with a superhuman ability to keep imbibing throughout the day, always wanting just one last drink, and then one last drink after that in the hope that elusive happiness will finally arrive. Either that, or they hope that liquor will accelerate the arrival of some wisdom that can never arrive. Pointedly, the film begins and ends with the same deadpan gag when someone, on the point of permanent farewell, shouts a crucial piece of life advice that is bewilderingly inaudible.

It is a road movie, a buddy movie and a faintly baffling shaggy-dog tale; a coming-of-age story that embraces infantilism and not coming of age; a bittersweet comedy without the sweet. It is intensely depressing yet funny at the same time. Doriano (Pierpaolo Capovilla) and Carlobianchi (Sergio Romano) are two middle-aged wasters who are always amiably drunk, living hand-to-mouth, evidently on the fringes of petty crime and living in the luxurious car they bought with their share of a scam set up some time ago by their buddy Genio (Andrea Pennacchi). This involved Genio stealing designer glasses and sunglasses made at the factory that employed him and, with Doriano and Carlobianchi, selling them on at knockdown prices.