Harvey makes a scene at the airport and tosses his luggage in the trash. Not funny. Clowns on fire: hilarious. Dumping your precious belongings: a waste.
While on the plane, Harvey experiences some turbulence, which is a metaphor for "your life is about to get royally fucked." Sure enough, he's fired over the phone by his bald-headed, bearded weasel boss. Non-ELO music ends, replaced by a mournful guitar. Harveys daughter informs him that she wants Wings of Gold to give her away at her wedding. I told you it was a metaphor.
Bitter about his new status as an unemployed delinquent father, Harvey does the only respectable thing and orders a stiff drink. Perhaps because she hasnt had a stiff one in years, Emma Thompson passes a snide remark. Harvey ripostes, apologizes, tells her his sad story and asks her out to lunch. She accepts, thus perpetuating one of at least two myths of dating: that you can get pussy by 1) telling a sob story or 2) by being a single guy with a dog. "Oh, look, he's the outdoorsy type who's devoted to his dog! I'll bet he could feel that way about me!"
Harvey offers to carry Emmas books, making me think shes either a lonely teacher or a lonely student. Im hoping its a lonely teacher, because in filmdom, theres only one lonely female student.
Emma takes a call from her mom; tells her shes out. With a man. Mom is surprised and presses the issue, (though its not clear whether its because she thinks her daughter is a lesbian, a spinster or a psycho bitch out for man-blood). Kudos to Emma for maintaining her icy British demeanor and not tossing her phone in the river. That attention-whoring, luggage-tossing Harvey would have probably leapt over fucking the bridge.
Harvey invites Emma to his estranged daughters wedding reception. Thatll show the bitch Daddys got a brand new baby girl! Emma protests that she has nothing to wear, so he buys her a hot little black number.
At the reception, Harvey and daughter give each other a knowing look from across the room and share a last dance before he moves on to the new woman in his life.
And we wrap up the happy tale with Harvey saying something cute and annoying. Oh shut up, Harvey, Emma responds. Two observations: 1. With this line, the trailer has removed any remaining shred of mystery as to whether the leads will live happy ever after. 2. This is pretty good advice. You should always tell someone you've just met to "shut up." If he/she can put up with your intolerance, they're a keeper.
I should also mention that this trailer features a Voice-Over Guy who periodically interrupts with sage advice like, Its never too late to change your life, and But you never know what tomorrow will bring. As he speaks, his words also slide across the screen. Not only do I not like trailers that telegraph obvious plot points, but combining it with sliding text only makes me think of one thing: Glen & Gary & Glen Ross, which makes better use of trailer text. Way the fuck better.
Cranky verdict: Big ups to the trailer editor, who displays admirable contempt for the source by condensing Last Chance Harvey down to two and a half minutes, while leaving not a single plot point unresolved. The pseudo-Mr. Blue Sky was clearly there to add insult to injury. Bravo.