One day some Brilliant Important Artists get fed up with other people being too dumb to recognize how Brilliant & Important they are. They make a wish upon a star for all those dumb people who are not brilliant or important like them to just all disappear. They wake up in Important Brilliant Liberal Lefty Heaven, where there are no other people around to tell them how useless they are, and survival requires no skill and no work, just whining and wishing, and the world is just magically whatever you wish for it to be. Possibly the stupidest and most immature movie ever made for idiots. Also they could not have possibly picked two more annoying or unattractive people to play the leads. The supporting cast of "bad" people the main characters hated were actually the only good thing in the film.

Ratings of 8, 9, and 10 for this film are only appropriate from reviewers who are from the past and have never seen a movie before. That said, a rating of 1 seems harsh, given how hard the crew from Starbucks on Third Street worked at making themselves a motion picture.

Most of the film is shown as flashbacks of how adorable a couple the two leads are. It gets tedious, because they aren't a credible couple. The two leads come across as nice people who couldn't be less interested in one another. A surprise ending that the pair was brother/sister or gay or priests or androids would have been no surprise. There is no chemistry here.

The plot has been done to death. The best versions explore some new aspect of the last man on earth trope. A recent European film (I can't recall the name) about a couple trapped in an empty subdivision of identical homes was a new twist on this concept. Unfortunately, this film goes the lazy route of having the couple immediately conclude they are the last people with limited evidence and effort to confirm that conclusion. It's wasn't convincing. A neighbor from the next street over knocking on the door to borrow a cup of sugar because the stores closed when the town was evacuated due to a chemical weapons disposal train crash would not have shocked.

In the end, it's a long slog. Stronger personalities, chemistry, and some mystery or thrills or excitement or just something watchable happening might have saved this film from well deserved obscurity. Ironically, the male lead reads a critic's review of his acting talent early in the film. The critic was spot on. The crew at the Starbucks on Third Street gave it a go, but they need to return to their day jobs.

Three stars for the effort.

Okay, so the title could refer to the writer and their mind at the ending of this film, because apparently that's what they had left, and the tank just ran out.

I cannot believe this film was only about an hour and a half, because it felt like so much longer. I know the "point" was heavily metaphorical for addiction / abuse in a relationship and blah blah blah but that's what ALL these low budget indies end up being about!

So she's a "god" or the world ended, again I know it's a metaphor, but the film just...ends. It has a conclusion that, surprise surprise, is open-ended and left up to the audience. Because of course it was, the director has no courage to really "say" anything, so they say nothing.

Like this film, which ends up being about nothing in the end. The worst part? With about 15 minutes left it could have gone in a completely different direction and the end result would've been at least moderately satisfying, but in the end we just get lame melodrama.

I can pinpoint the exact moment test audiences doomed this film to the low budget streaming bin, and so can you, if you stick with this long enough.

Also, this film thinks it's being new, the "comedy that's actually a serious drama underneath", but it's not at all. See many other better films that do this genre justice.