Zukovic's rants are often brilliant and hilarious, and they're delivered with an insinuating drawl that's kind of like Jack Nicholson imitating Alan Alda. His gift for metaphor is keen too: the film's central motif is a trash barrel that distorts the reflection of Zukovic's face into a likeness of Edvard Munch's The Scream. The story, involving his impassive relationship with a disturbed woman who wants to start her own magazine titled Geist Has Fallen, is a sometimes creaky vehicle. But overall, The Last Big Thing surges on a tidal wave of exuberant bile. It deserves to be seen, if only for Geist's funny foray into music videos.