The Last of England is like jarman's The garden, The Angelic conversation, Glitterbug and even Blue (in a quircky sort of way), a movie that consists of film- and sound colages. No lineary narrative, no dialogue, just found footages, super 8 visuals and a bizarre collection of music: original score by Simon Turner, and existing pieces like that of Barry Adamson, Andy Gill, a song that is called 'Disco death', and the stunning voice of Diamanda Galas. never has an atmosphere been so utterly depressing and yet ever so arresting and captivating. Jarman is a visual poet, a visionair of it's own, talking through series of disturbing images about opression, alienatiuon and downfall of society as we know it. This is cinema-non-grata at it's best, or: anti-cinema if you will either, because it steps on all written and not-written rules on moviemaking and still succeeds in being art in a true sense. Beware, this movie consists of nothing other than sequences that will haunt you and even mess you up. Especially the final sequence in which a young bride, caught by an unearthly storm, tears up and partly eats up her own wedding dress, driven by an agony for which there is no explanation. But Jarman proves that great cinema can be without explanation.