It's hard to tell whether The Last Step is incredibly subtle (after all, it cribs from Joyce and Tolstoy) or plain incomprehensible. There are a lot of weird narrative choices here, that might have helped achieve thematic clarity in a better film, but that fail to connect given the amateurish direction. The best part: Leila Hatami's performance. Her eyes always display an impressively wide range of emotions.
A dangerous miscalculation in constructing the perfect house leads to the demise of a husband of a famous actor. The husband in his ghost form then narrates a movie with a complex set of parallel and repeated sequences which in the end turns out to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience.