An aging museum curator searches for the last acquisition for his collection in this chaste, melancholy documentary. Starting as an odd collection of quirks featuring folktales, patriotism, garden gnomes, cooking, and display case warrantee worries, the film takes a somber turn after a cringe-inducing plaster of Paris mishap. Beautifully photographed, The Final Member contains lovely images of an ocean filled with jagged icebergs, black sand beaches, water-filled calderas, rolling Icelandic hillsides, and lonely, treacherous roads cutting through endless miles of white snow.
Oh, I almost forgot about the bow ties. There's a lot of those.