"Love at the End of the World" is a great title...and that's the last time I am going to be using the word 'great' in this review. Clearly it's meant to be profound, but it fails. Here's a golden opportunity to take a step back and look at ourselves and look at what seems 'important' to us. I always feel that at the end of our time most of us would look back and marvel at the absolute nothingness that we wasted so much time on and wonder, "Was any of that important?" We really didn't need those stylish (but expensive) shoes, we shouldn't have wasted time being mad at loved ones, we maybe shouldn't have been so caught up in so much unimportant stuff...but somehow we were. And, somehow, "LATEOTW" manages to miss every single mark along the way.

Clearly, in the Philippines, a lot of gay men are going to be depressed, suicidal and horny. There's a lot of nudity, a ton of talk about suicide, some drug taking and a heck of a lot of psycho babble being spewed left, right and centre. It's just a bunch of nothing, on top of nothing on top of nothing. Lemme cut this short...this whole thing is a mess - from beginning to end. And, if you think I'm joking, just wait until the final (and totally unnecessary) scene pops up on the screen. One final thing: - as the characters dance around their regrets as they face their final curtain, you the viewer are left to wonder about your own regrets. Well, yeah, I have one major regret. I regret watching this drivel. "Love at the End of the World" is very, very bad.

There. You have been warned.