Last Woman on Earth (1960) begins with three scuba divers in the depths off of Puerto Rico, who, upon surfacing, discover their boat’s crew member is mysteriously dead.
He has been suffocated.
And the divers, upon removal of their gear, have problems with breathing as well. However, they still have their air tanks, and, those not being exhausted, use those to make it to shore.
And another ugly scene. All, from insects to humans, are dead.
The survivors are composed of a discontented married couple and their youngish lawyer, and the balance of the story is a sordid tale of jealousy, debauchery, and possibly a trifling bit of necrophilia, although that last bit was a puzzle.
The resolution of our petty love triangle attempts to drag the Divine in, but that seemed unsuccessful. Directed by veteran director Roger Corman, it’s another puzzling addition to his oeuvre, and perhaps only Corman completists should make time to see this, even if the cinematography is charming.
The movie’s posters may be better than the movie if your middle name is Garish. See the Wikipedia link, above.
