On the run from indictment, a shady real estate broker waits out the legal storm in a Caribbean beach resort, toting his wife and lawyer along for company. Early in their escape, the trio emerge from a diving expedition to find that the world’s supply of oxygen has temporarily disappeared, effectively wiping out the entire human race. As they’re already conveniently wearing masks and air tanks, these three are able to endure the event (until the plants inexplicably start photosynthesizing again?) and witness the aftermath. The film’s title should reveal their one major disagreement: two guys, one girl and a whole lot of jealousy. Their predicament poses all sorts of interesting possibilities, but the film chooses to pursue none of them. Instead, three sad sacks merely move into a glitzy oceanside estate, learn to fish, grow bored from repetitive walks on the beach and bicker amongst themselves. Dull with a capital D.

Any time he was shooting on-location, Roger Corman liked to throw together an extra feature or two on the side, just to make the most of his time. _Last Woman on Earth_ is one such picture, dreamed up while the director was already in Puerto Rico to film _Creature of the Haunted Sea_. You know how, sometimes, you can tell nobody on either side of the camera cares about the finished product? This is a great example. Its secondary status is evident throughout, from the lackadaisical script to the disinterested performances, mistimed voice-over work and lukewarm direction. One of the three principal actors, Robert Towne (billed as Edward Wain), is actually just a repurposed writer, tossed in front of the cameras because he happened to be available. It’s his first credited performance and probably should’ve been his last. Can’t say much more for his better-established counterparts, Antony Carbone and Betsy Jones-Moreland. They all stink.

_Last Woman on Earth_ barely runs for an hour, but it feels like it lasts for an eternity. Dump it with the rest of Corman’s dregs.