The film opens at dusk when Dan is kicked out of his Beverly Hills home by his wife Jill (Kelly Rowan), convinced that his marriage is over he heads for the nearest bar where he finally ties down a friend to come over and hear his sorry tale. The friend in question is Jeff and, from the minute he agrees to hear Dan's story, it starts one most surreal night which takes in every vice and misadventure you can imagine: cocaine, alcohol, prostitutes, strippers, ER, swanky nightclubs, low-down dives, empty subway stations and crowded police cells. Dan finds himself being seduced by the most beautiful woman in the world who only wants him for sex, arrested by the very same police officer that had earlier tried to pick him up (don't ask) and the night comes a dramatic climax by playing golf in the pitch dark.
In between these adventures there are flashbacks of Dan's relationship with Jill, which are all shot in a dreamy white haze - a complete contrast to the darkness of this made for TV comedy's main narrative. I use the words comedy and narrative here in their loosest sense as this film is neither funny nor does is have a coherent narrative structure, merely a string of vignettes as Dan stumbles through an underground nightlife he never knew existed.
Late Last Night is directed and written by Steven Brill (he has a lot to answer for), maker of Little Nicky. It swings dramatically from farce to gritty nighttime ordeal to surrealism without ever finding a comfortable niche. Are there any redeeming features? There was one sequence, which, for its sheer audacity, I have given the film its marks out of 10, and that is when Jeff and his fellow ravers in a seedy nightclub suddenly break into a full-scale production number (about 48 minutes into the film - if you just want to fast forward). Other than that this film has nothing really to recommend it and I would suggest that it only be viewed by Weber or Estevez completists.