The Last Thing He Told Me movie review (2023)

Like a lot of great books sold in airports and read on beaches, “The Last Thing He Told Me” opens with a disappearance. Owen Michaels (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) has fled his Sausalito home after the FBI raided the company he worked for. Is he just on the run because of the potential charges related to his current job, or is something else going on? His relatively new wife Hannah (Jennifer Garner) suspects there’s more to this than a traditional white-collar fugitive, not just because he left a note with two words: “Protect her.” The her in question is Owen’s daughter Bailey (Angourie Rice), whom he has raised independently since her mother’s death over a decade ago. Even though Bailey resents Hannah in a teenager-on-TV way, she will have to partner with her to figure out the truth about her past with Owen to have a safe future.

While the authorities, including a suspicious cop named Grady (Augusto Aguilera, easily the best thing about this production), investigate what Hannah and Bailey may have known about their missing loved one, the two try to piece together where Owen might have gone. The incredibly slow plotting forces Garner to play confused or threatened repeatedly, while poor Rice, a talented young actress, gets a playbook filled with the most clichéd teen girl tropes the writers could imagine. Everything about these characters is frustratingly lazy. Garner has almost no room to develop anything outside of how she responds to the latest thing she’s learned about her husband or stepdaughter. And I’m convinced that no one involved in this production has actually met a teen girl going through severe trauma and crisis—they’re capable of leaving their issues behind when the world is falling apart.

Hannah and Bailey quickly end up in Austin, Texas, trying to track down a memory that Bailey had of a Texas Longhorns game when she was young. How this unfolds and how the pair get closer to the truth about Owen doesn’t unfold in a way that’s either believable or captivating, falling into a strange valley in between reality and what this show should be. Viewers of a thriller like this are willing to put up with insane coincidences—look at the success of Netflix's “The Night Agent,” for example—but “The Last Thing He Told Me” doesn’t bother to be escapist fun. It’s plodding to the extreme, wasting the talents of almost everyone involved—the one exception being that I would watch Aguilera in a cop show. He’s effective and engaged with what’s happening around him like no one else is.