The Last Kiss owes what little goodwill it deserves to a first-rate cast; unfortunately, the actors are poorly served by a surfeit of parallel storylines about relationships in decay, most of which get shorthanded to the point of triteness.

Meanwhile, Braff's I'm-teetering-on-the-edge-of-the-rest-of-my-life bit meanders agonizingly, as Paul Haggis' gloomy script and Tony Goldwyn's tepid direction suggest the kind of self-importance that comes from mistaking banality for universal truth.

The whole enterprise suffers from a dour emphasis on "reality" that provides neither believability nor comedy, making The Last Kiss an affair that's simply best to forget.

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