Ewan McGregor
Ewan McGregor

UK, 2010; David Mackenzie
David Mackenzie's end-of-the-world movie deserves longer comment, but time constraints prevent me from offering more than a few admiring words—sufficiently admiring, I hope, to send some folk off to see its final screening tomorrow. Apocalypse in Perfect Sense comes not with a bang, but the progressive loss of our senses, beginning with smell. An epidemiologist (Eva Green, soulfully gorgeous) and a chef (Ewan MacGregor, giving a subtly heartbreaking performance) meet just as the passing of human senses starts. She's grieving over a fickle love, he's just fickle, a cocksman who can't bear for a woman to sleep the night in his bed. Both of these people, for different reasons, have come to undervalue life's gifts and take the paradise of the world for granted. Miraculously, as they, and the rest of the world, are bereft of taste, smell, hearing, etc., they develop alternate, deeper ways of savoring experience. So each time "Perfect Sense" slides a little further into deprivation, men and women bounce back. Melancholy and madness slowly darken the film, but small pleasures in the possible—and the authentic passion that binds scientist and cook—make you feel that our careless species might be worth saving.  -KAM

Wednesday, May 25, 4:30 p.m. at the Egyptian