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In Ferrara’s latest, the end of the world has come, and Dafoe and Leigh play a couple who spend it in their own, mundane ways—making love, making art, arguing, ranting at the world. Intriguing concept contrasting different modes of being in a seemingly extreme, but strangely subdued, situation, yet it doesn’t hold: Dafoe’s monologues feel like Theater 101, and the whole thing moves along in fits and starts toward nothing particularly resonant.