Harold (Antony Carbone) is a gambler & crooked businessman who is rude to his wife Evelyn (Betsy Jones-Moreland). He also refuses to take his attorney or his criminal indictment seriously.
And as things turn out in The Last Woman on Earth (1960), the indictment doesn't really matter. While Harold with his lawyer Martin (Robert Towne, who also wrote the inane script) & Evelyn are on a scuba diving outing off the coast of Puerto Rico, the world as they knew it comes to an end.
This happens because of all the oxygen disappearing. Matches won't burn, & combustion engines won't turn over. Our scuba divers had oxygen tanks with them with an hour's worth of oxygen each, which was long enough for the leaves of the nearby jungle to replace the missing oxygen.
Honest to shit, that's what the story seriously posits as a plausible explanation.
Now the threesome can drink Scotch without a bar tab & stay in any hotel full of rotting corpses without paying. Not a bad life.
Alas, they see a couple of ants, & realize insects have survived & may eventually take over the world, so they'll have to move to northern Canada where there are no bugs. However, they don't bother to do so.
The main problem is there are two men & only one woman left in the world, a recipe for real disaster.
If the purpose of The Last Woman on Earth (1960) was to be maximumly stupid, it's a resounding success.
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